Almost

Today was a almost day. Had the whole day planned out. But had one my famous "Let's have a headache for most the day" Had plan to work on poems for the afternoon. Just read for awhile and then play a few games on neopets.(My secret thing to do on the internet).Also listen to Shostakovich symphony no1. Never heard it before, it was great and wonderful.Now watching The Hours. The only good parts of the movies, are Woolf and Clarissa stuff. I positively hate the Laura Brown character. But that the author fault. She sooo boring in the book. When I read book half way through, I just skim through her part of the story. Like how her character changed at the end. Best thing to happened to her.

So did a little more reading of the new Ruth Stone book. In the Dark. Wonderful written. The poems are simple, yet there is a thread of something more complex. You get the feeling there is something more to these poems. Yet she not telling. Which is fine by me. I do the same thing with my poems. There is more going in most the poems. But I'm not telling. It will only raise question about my life and I don't explain things.There are issues I'm still dealing with. Wishing I could just slam down the lid and go on with whatever. Yet they are the thread in my life, can't pull it out. Then again, I believe a poet should not write for audience.Which I think to many do

I wanted nothing more today than a quiet day. The only time I really got, is when I went for a walk. There a poem was waiting. Got it all down. Now I just have to revise it. There words to be change and maybe some lines to added or cut away. See what happens. Oh garf!! Laura Brown if off to kill herself. Going put on some music now. Moore to acted bad here. Ok lets post this and get on with the rest of this night. Want to write in the diary tonight.