December 31, 2024
Orlinski singing Vivaldi’s Stabat Mater. For most of the last ten years I’ve had a big New Year’s Eve party. Not having one tonight. No one mentioned it, longed for it, missed it. No one invited me to theirs. Maybe the hurricane ruined everybody’s party spirit. My life has been an epic of social exclusion which, after some measure of sadness, I have been able to take in stride, in fact, in some ways, to prefer. Peace in enveloping darkness.
Revising paintings, as one does poems.
Don’t know what to say about the New Year. I am well. It may be well. The night I threw down my burden on the front porch, darkened by the hurricane, has set me on a different road, upon which my foot has not yet stumbled
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