pantoum's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE UNDENIABLE PRESSURE OF EXISTENCE 248. THE UNDENIABLE PRESSURE OF EXISTENCE � I received the following e-mail at 2:30 PM on Tuesday, but didn�t check my mailbox until 3. Nice that they gave me two whole hours� notice to do all this research! Here�s my guess. She was supposed to compile this informaiton months ago and ignored the task, then her boss reminded her that it�s due tomorrow. Our publications generate over a million dollars in sales annually, so that�s a lot of information to compile in two hours. Here�s the message: Our office has been asked to gather information about the use of color in state-funded publications.
Now here�s another piece from shock and awe: war on words. It�s Adrienne Rich�which means, of course, that she has odd line breaks and deep indents ... only I can�t figure out how to create those deep indents in HTML so you get it all flush left. She wouldn�t like that one bit, would probably come up with some kind of hyphenated obscenity with which to put me in my place. I August now apples have started Word following sense, the way it should be
Will the enemy�s wren fly through your window Will you smell the herbs hung to dry in the house Would you weaken your will to hear rustling of rivers remembered �The enemy�s water� is there a phrase And you what do you write to the broadcasts of horror do you grope for poetry �not describe, embrace staggering
you reclined and said nothing your dreams so stony There was a beautiful life here once Make a list of what�s lost but don�t that�s for the scriptors of nostalgia Make a list of what you love well into a bottle of old Roman glass at Haifa where the refugee ships lurched in
Drove upcoast first day of another year no rain Can winter tides off the Levant Think Crusades, remember Acre everything returns in time except the What does not change / is the will is this what the wind is driving at? Where are you Giora? whose hands � Today is Thursday and I�m still not sure if Shakespearee got an appointment, if she�s coming Friday, Monday, or when. I�m also not sure she should drive. Last I remember, she had become a very scattered, dangerous driver (from the chemo). Shelby always drives her here, but she�s in Kentucky right now helping her mom do something or other, so I may need to drive down to South Cackylacky and pick her up. Shakespeare was undergoing daily chemo treatments back when I took those dangerous car rides with her (before I insisted that it was time for me to drive her to and from her appointments for the duration of her treatment), so maybe she�s not like that anymore. Maybe Shelby just drives coz she�s Shelby and she likes to drive. I will probably just come out and say �So, Shakespeare, would you like for me to come down and pick you up, deliver you to the front door of the cancer hospital?,� maybe couch it in an excuse for her to grade papers or write a lecture or something. Cybrarian�s cookout last night was fun. BeeBee and DeeDee grilled out really good cheeseburgers and DeeDee�s best friend Richie made a pi�a colada cake which he served with ice cream. He and his daughter also made one of those church punches with gingerale and lime sherbet islands floating on top, which was fun and reminded me of Baptist receptions. We were all trying to remember the details of the first time we met Cybrarian, which was also fun. And I took some good pictures of Cybrarian�s daughter playing naked in the hot tub. Tonight we�re meeting for margaritas at a Velveeta Mexican place in a trendy renovated tobacco warehouse with trendy stores and restaurants on the bottom floor and lots of beautiful people in the courtyard. My old (and tres cool) press office is on the second floor of the warehouse and I can still smell the aroma of avgolemono soup cooking in the Greek restaurant downstairs as it wafted up through the ventilation system. Today is Cybrarian�s actual fortieth birthday and also the anniversary of the day my mother shot herself. Wonder if Mama even knows that....8:58 a.m. - 2005-09-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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