as the day goes on

I think I write about this stuff because I feel so utterly confused by what goes on upstairs.

The day moved on from my last journal entry - I took a ride down to the market to buy some drinks

and withdraw some money for my savings box.

I drank the soda - not so good for me and my focus - but I did - and now I am trying to do something with my day.

I think I expect it all to come out of me all organized and neat - and yet I was listening to a broadcast on KCRW (public radio)

and some musicians were talking about their process as they created the featured album.. Definitely an amorphous shape to things and they slowly focused in on what they wanted to make. So I can feel sympatico with that.

I write poetry sometimes - and it comes out of me and sometimes I am not even sure what I am writing - it's like a spiritual spasm..

and then people tell me how they liked it or didn't - but I think I will add to my repetoire the patience to rework my poems - though I don't always have the logic to do that. It's like, it just comes out of me - and I can't really fix it... because the grammatical savoire faire does not exist within me. C'est la vie!

I definitely want to do something else with the day - TV can sap and zap me into submission.. as can the laptop.. on to better things.!