Anniversary

 

August 23, 2021

Anniversary of my art, of my expressive soul: Evening of August 23, 1966, in my room, at my lost desk, writing my first poem. Could have been last night.

Drinks with SS. We both remarked on how long it has been since we had a conversation involving Spenser and Ariosto, and how unlikely it would be ever to have that with anybody else. Troubles of the State and the Theater thoroughly discussed. Drank two sangrias, which added to the drinks at Daniel’s wedding is the whole of my alcohol consumption for the month. Most striking effect is the saving of money no longer spent at the liquor store.