But I don't want to deal with AT&T support today. I just want to get this done. It will have to be short, though, because the computer is being cranky too. Using a cranky computer with an unreliable Internet connection is exhausting. I just hope that I don't lose my electricity, as this storm is also a bit windy, and many trees are probably losing their grip on the soil due to its saturation. One or more could easily come down and take out a power line, and PG&E's response is apt to be slow in such weather due to the likelihood of multiple such incidents. I want to use my electric oven. There is a frozen lasagna begging to be heated and eaten.
And there are English people (though probably not killing each other) on television tonight (yes, Downton Abbey.) It's usually better when they do kill each other, but I'll make do with what I can get. As long as they're English and have entertaining eccentricities. I can see Americans, on television or in reality, anytime I want. Tonight I want English people and lasagna. Please cooperate, PG&E.
Sunday Verse
And It Came to Pass
by C. D. Wright
This june 3
would be different
Time to draw lines
I've grown into the family pores
and the bronchitis
Even up east
I get by saying goddamnit
Who was that masked man
I left for dead
in the shadow of mt. shadow
Who crumbles there
Not touching anything
but satin and dandelions
Not laid his eyes
on the likes of you
Because the unconnected life
is not worth living
Thorntrees overtake the spot
Hands appear to push back pain
Because no poet's death
Can be the sole author
of another poet's life
What will my new instrument be
Just this water glass
this untunable spoon
Something else is out there
goddamnit
And I want to hear it
Poet C. D. (Carolyn Delores) Wright (January 6, 1949 – January 12, 2016) was a native of Arkansas and taught for many years at Brown University in Providence. She was named poet laureate of the State of Rhode Island in 1994. I've always loved her language and imagery, but find her verses difficult to interpret and all but impossible to explicate. I'm sure I am one of many who will miss her, goddamnit.