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Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Baseball slips into the black hole of fall

Ah, a win for the Phillies! I know many didn't think this World Srries was the big glitzy one they had hoped for, but of the final teams in post season, these were the two I wanted to see. I would normally be drawn to root for the NL team with a few exceptions, so a Phillies win is fine with me. Still, The Rays had quite a run this year and I am happy for them none the less.

Of course with tonight's game I am now at that point where baseball now falls into the black hole of winter, not to return till spring. There is a sadness that comes with that.

"It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone." - Bart Giamatti

On another note, yesterday afternoon I was in a waiting room at the Doctor's office and was drawn by the late afternoon quiet void of activity to scribble out a draft of a poem. There, I mentioned poetry in my blog post. I feel so much better.

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John McCain / Sarah Palin

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Sunday, October 26, 2008

The Colors Among Us

Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.  ~ Albert Camus


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Unconscious Mutterings Week 300

Unconscious Mutterings ~ link
Word & Thought Associations


here's mine:

 

  • Contemplate :: The Thinker
  • In the house :: Doctor
  • Classical :: Music
  • Quest :: Johnny
  • Best friend :: rare companion
  • 1991 :: Gulf War
  • Never will :: definitive
  • Fool :: bamboozle
  • Unhappy :: Sad
  • Best man :: Best bud
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    The leaves & cold of fall

    Yesterday afternoon I stopped by Boarders Books in northland to see local poet Rebecca Stallard read from her new book of poetry and and sign copies.  The book, And the Birds are Singing is available here.rebstal1          

    This morning I mowed the front lawn. The air was crisp and fallen leaves laced the lawn. Just a preview of more to come.

    This time of year is a mixture of things I like and things I dislike. Usually about October I start feeling the effects of the shorter days and it manifests itself in the form of feeling melancholy, especially in the early hours after rising in the morning. I use a special lamp which has lessened to some degree the impact but the period October through say March can be rough. This is not to say I don't find enjoyment in fall and winter. I prefer the cooler temperatures to hot summer days. I love the multicolored landscapes that we have available to us in Missouri. 

    After the end of the World Series I miss that baseball goes away. Football just doesn't have the same magic that baseball has.

    It seems that fall is ripe for writing. I don't know if it is the stark changes that occur but there is something that seems transformative and this seems to feed the creative process. I seem to often get a boost in my writing output. I don't mean quantity so much as I do that I seem to be happy with more of what I write.

    I've actually given thought to signing up for nawrinomo but I don't know if I can break myself away from poetry for a month to write [insert shudder here] fiction.

    Friday, October 24, 2008

    Md. Police Listed Green Group As Terrorist : NPR

    Md. Police Listed Green Group As Terrorist : NPR: "Nation
    Md. Police Listed Green Group As Terrorist
    by Libby Lewis
    Audio for this story will be available at approx. 7:00 p.m. ET
    All Things Considered, October 24, 2008 · Three staff members of a Chesapeake environmental group were surprised to learn they were spied on by Maryland State Police and named as suspected terrorists on a state list. The state police has acknowledged it spied on anti-death penalty and anti-war activists."


    Gee you just never know do you. So many terrorists and so little time.
    We went through this kind of shit during the Nixon years. It gets old.