April 13, 2013

Yesterday was the most blazing bright of days, a blue enamel over a shifting sphere of many colors. Planted nasturtiums in part of the ruins. Excellent class discussion on Sam Shepard’s Buried Child. I find in him a not always successful sense of improvisation. The class forgave him for the unsuccessful moments and uplifted the moments when it worked. Ringing in the ears reaches a new intensity. Cat vomit on the kitchen floor. The tiny black ants found the sugar canister.