we’re in a cottage in the woods, see? y’all are little red ridin hood and shit —except YOU already read the book so you know exactly what you have to do ----- OMFG this is the title of the ‘personal challenge’ (and it’s for the girls, duh): 🧋🥀👑🦈 )and somewhere hidden or concealed or casually tossed off will be the words ‘pearl, rose, princess, shark’( 060923 i do have a good heart. my dad was right. i need to let it speak. love it, encourage it, listen to it, just say hi and hang out with it— so it’ll feel like speaking. (yknow. kinda like with the girls) glenn woulda loved this house *every* house is a novel. don’t you get it?? that’s all a novel is *don’t you give me no buick. . . if there’s a god in heaven. . . he’s got a silver thunderbird. . . * 061723 worries: kids’ various problems; bullshit with spectrum; plumbing; omg the gurls need to get enrolled in a school; always worried about my job and shit; BUT— BUT— stopping, pausing, breathing it in: I fucking love this house and I really do feel blessed right now this summer, sitting under my apple tree munching almonds and raisins and chocolate chips. like people say “have a blessed day”, the guy at walmart said that, and i am. i really am and that needs to be recognized, noted, commemorated, celebrated. even if the next thing you know or have to do is full of worries again. the smell of hose water, sunshine, quaint house, and petunia shot me right back to grandma & grandpa’s house on broadway in yankton. fucking sublime. as is the basement fridge full of bevvies, fries, treats, and meat i can’t fucking believe this is mine, this is where i live this is it my little piece where whatever the rest of it is is going down time to get back to the roots of poetry— whatever they look like now. they’re always changing btw. you say “midjourney prompt” i say what’s the next way to play. there already is enough stuff made the old way anyway. nothing new? never has been always will be but like—accidents on purpose. serendipitize it. not how “they” say or think you’re “supposed” to use it. intentional typos. fucking shit up. distort. invert. subvert. whatever the fuck. break the ashtray sweet surrender 061823 make it real one more time (that’s pretty much always the assignment) the old energy 22’s thru the carver cube, the bellari, and the schiits sounds basically the best of anything i’ve ever heard up here in this room right now this year the first year i’ve been REALLY scared in quite some time— —and multiple times this year, too! 062623 I am forever grateful you came home safe (scooby snacks) scarcity redirects attention but artificial scarcity is picking a fight If i have any resources to make the conversation better for everyone, such as equipment, money, mindset, vocabulary, or plain old love, why would i want to be stingy with them? the kids without internet at the new house become rather stymied rather rapidly; i on the other hand cheat by using data for a song or a lookup or two, but otherwise appreciate the relative radio silence. it lets a different kind of radio in—it makes old wood smell like an enchanted country whose hinterlands (and possibly heartlands) have been juxtaposed with ours since the beginning of invisible history reality is literally fiction literature isn’t a “thing” we study because we like fountain pens and think unicorns are cool; it’s a symbiotic divinatory framework for exploring, explaining, discussing, and surviving the universe of shared fictions that undergirds and/or drives everything we think, do, and think we are doing