Out of the Ashes, Maybe...

I started the day tweaking and tuning the "interests" part of my LJ profile and ended it reading a fairly dense article on Pound's Cantos. In between, I added a Bukowski poem, "Horse on Fire," to my LJ bio (an homage, in its way, to a long-absent and greatly-missed LJ-ista) and did a web search for mod lit courses at local colleges. On both counts, ol' Buk would've grimaced, "Aw, fer chrisakes, kid..."

But maybe the most important thing I did was dig out my old Black Sparrow edition of Bukowski's Roominghouse Madrigals, the cover of which looked like it'd been sleeping in doorways and eating out of dumpsters. (Which, i guess, makes it about perfect for what it is.) I went looking for it because I couldn't remember "Horse on Fire," a poem I'd once nearly memorized, and then found myself re-reading the others, adding to notes written in the margins, etc.

Oddly, appropriately, it felt like rebirth. Like, once more out of the ashes, maybe...

LPK
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5.4.2007