Why wait for the dust to settle? Here are 10 bullets from my end.
- First crocus, first hyacinth. More welcome signs.
- “Ice out” in our yard – the first day you can walk a diagonal pathway without stepping on snow.
- At the feeder, our goldfinches have regained their yellow, first as a tone under the gray and then full-out bold. How rapid the change!
- Jazz trumpeter Clark Terry had a special relationship with the University of New Hampshire, one town over. His legacy continues around here. Still wish I’d heard him live, when it was an option. Remember, he taught the incomparable Miles Davis. And my, how I remember that night!
- How I love Robert Rauschenberg’s concept of Combines! Neo-Dada, me? Harvesting? (As in wheat. Or driving into fields of corn.) His approach infuses so many of my poems and much of my fiction. What got me labeled as a Mixmaster. Let’s see what we can throw together. Don’t leave out Roy Lichtenstein, either, with his Ben-Day dots fetish from the hot-type days of newspaper production. Oh, how that dates my sense of contemporary!
- Another magazine renewal form, among those I’ve let drop. Constrained income has meant limiting my memberships, too.
- Here, in a period when I’m supposed to be emerging from my shell, I find myself retreating instead.
- In the graffiti at the top flight of the observation tower: “Sometimes love just isn’t enough.” (Looking down, I saw no evidence the author had acted rashly.)
- What do we make of capitalism that buys a company and then expects the workers to make concessions to pay for the move? Shouldn’t the ownership go straight to the workers?
- Buzzards – more properly, “turkey vultures” – have returned.