Out of the Ashes, Maybe...
May. 4th, 2007 11:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisnewdayI 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
LiveJournal
5.4.2007
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
LiveJournal
5.4.2007
