Apparently it takes me three and one half days of workless sobriety to get my shit together. I have practiced enough today that my head is abuzz and my back needs some work, the kitchen is clean, my belly is full, my face is hairless and I am bored with my novel ( Read more... )

What's it been, nine days since I've had a drink? No matter how many times I brush my teeth, I can't get my mouth to feel clean. Teatotallers must walk around like this all the time ( Read more... )

Lajolierousse left Tuesday morning, and I began six weeks sober. No real effects observable yet. I must stock the house with seltzer, lest my lust for tasty beverages find me imbibimg too much caffeine. Perhaps I'll try to restrict my use of this last to Thursdays, while I'm being disciplined ( Read more... )

Today I was mostly home alone, as the others were with their families of origin. I got stuff done, I played in the kitchen, did not make time to compose music, spent a lot of time fucking around on the internet ( Read more... )

soit l'ivresse
soit l'amour
soit le clair vite
du soleil de novembre
le datum objectif est solide:
mon coeur luit en reponse
au ciel gris du tout court jour

If I am to be prepared for the eventual diminution in a woman's enthusiasm for me, and not to take it as a personal affront, I must recognise that it has nothing to do with me ( Read more... )

Is there work for me to do in the vineyard today?
Foreman says yes but the boss says no
That's why you ask the guy whose money it ain't
I just wish he'd had the sense not to ask the guy that owns the joint
Now the grapes won't get the care that makes them into great wine
Profit motive fucks with the product every time

Aujourd’hui Bernard Joseph Trippanier aurait-il eu cent ans. J’espère que j'ai passé le jour en honorant l'exemple qui fût sa dernière contribution à sa famille. Not long after midnight arrived chez moi jeunesseouverte, to whom I made love until she came and we fell asleep together. I have a vague recollection of her departure vers 06h00. Then I ( Read more... )

I've been crying more frequently of late. This afternoon it was a couple of Billy Bragg songs that got me there. They were political songs, and so there were elements both of tenderness for the sufferings of others, and of sadness at what the world has lost. You'd think this last would inspire some bitterness, but it didn't. I appear to be going ( Read more... )

Maybe all spiritual paths are ways of organising, explaining, dramatising or otherwise rendering palatable the disonance between the way we believe the world ought to be and the way we believe that it is ( Read more... )