Preambulogue

Haven’t spent much time writing, drinking,

looking out the window, like when I lived on

Mirador, the house with the  great view, about

the time I started this blog….the vista was

vast, which lent it’s inspiration to wander in

space on paper… a ramble-og of not feeling

contained by causes and conditions, tripping

along at a steady pace through the landscape,

the undergrowth,  the secret grottos and

waterfalls of perceptions painted into words,

worlds, even…the poetry has gotten more intense

lately…(at least for me)…even as time has

intensified slightly off the perceptual grid, but,

like ultraviolet light, it’s there and

changing even if we can’t quite see it…..

Which is like a preamble for nothing….

a preambivalence, what Seinfeld was getting

at about having a show about  nothing….only,

out of nothing comes, sometimes,  something…

which still hasn’t happened yet, by the way,

if you’re keeping score….

yes, Mirador and also Olvido, where I lived

for a year  and a half… I could see the weather

coming in, the storms, which,  since I was raised

in Illinois, I loved the drama… Now it feels the

tide is shifting…this is the part in Act II

where the plot begins to unfold…the weather

feels more heraldic…omentic…

even as it seems calm…

…the whole world shivers when it quakes…

watch a dog shedding water….how the spray

moves in a wave down  it’s body as it shakes…

(yes, this phenomena is scaleable)

Even seven years ago, I thought something

could still happen…that this world could be

salvaged as it was, as it could and should have

been…that we could  still escape  the gravity

of the black hole down the drain spiral we seem

to be doing….now…with so many people not

even noticing that that’s what’s happening….

not “The Price Is Right” as so many believe…

(even though I love Drew Carry).