Another blogging hiatus with no excuse. Busy busy busy, you know. Micro's over, and I managed to pass, blah blah blah.
I wanted to stop in and pay homage to Jim Carroll, who died on Friday. He's one of my two favorite poets and just a crazy wonderful character, and the world's a little less fantastic without him in it. Read his obit here. If you've never read any of his stuff, check out Void of Course--definitely my favorite of his books, full of really beautiful, sexy poetry. Here's a good one:
The wide Mojave sky dark
And vain as my heart tonight
Walking back by the feel
Of the blacktop under foot
What's that desert fragrance
That lights the 4 A.M. sky
With a shampoo green glow?
Is that a coyote eye
Or a tail reflector that bumped loose
From an old English racer?
Which are popular on the reservation
But never last long
They weren't made for this landscape
Anyway, great guy.
It's raining here in New Orleans, off and on but really, always on again. How's the weather where you are?