L'aura del Campo

How am I? Reading Amy Lowell

          SPRING: 8 'Azamát (24 May)          

Weather where I am: 87º and warming up.

Weather where the Sabres play tonight: 66º and Spring-like.

Weather in Kampala, Uganda: 70º this evening and comfortable.

I wrote Chalaedra (edited):

I'm working on getting my car moveable, some place to put it, getting it tags and insurance, a replacement social security card, new driver's license, applying to school, FAFSA, a whole long laundry list.

Met with Krista today. Saw Jessica yesterday (where my car is). Don is supposed to get tire fixed for me. Carole and I spoke briefly about selling chapbooks last night. I see Arnell on Thursday. See Krista again next Tuesday.

This level of activity is good in a way.
So much needs to be worked on.

How am I doing? Exhausted, worn out and not well. And not accomplishing much; but, doing a bit and maybe making progress. Avapro for my blood pressure should help, but staying here is seldom good. Last night was a zoo.

Sooooooo, I guess one would say ... not too bad. (to Chalaedra's question 'how was I doing'.)


IMAGES

Silver leaves of the lamium; 'money' growing on the honesty; scent of the last yellow irises; pink yarrow; yellow sedum and oxalis; purple dame's rockets; the blue-violet bells of tradescantia.

I gather the silky petals of the pale rose, view the tomatoes setting on the stalks, see a robin flying off with twigs and a squirrel feeding near dead flesh.

Last night: a dead bird in the alley where I had held one two days ago. Black ripe mulberries.

READING

A Wisconsin poet, John Lehman, "Shorts".

Amy Lowell, "Pictures of a Floating World" (1919).

After reading Amy Lowell's short poem 'A Shower', today, I sketched this:

A tumble


In the crash around the rink
you both fly,
he the cup, you the saucer,
skimming over the hard cold plate.
Nothing breaks.

Ice glistens around his face.
I hear your laughter. [163.152]