Sunday, December 11, 2011
Well, no, in fact my physical well-being – after a couple of unfortunate setbacks – is decidedly improved. To the point that I’m actually becoming a tad neurotic about all the catching up required of me. I fret over all the commentary I have not delivered, the madness that is unwritten, the overdue correspondence, the burden of faux-divine inspiration that has yet to be committed to print, not to mention the so-called civilizations that require saving. But the solstice is upon us, my strength returns, and in the New Year, (maybe our last -- wink) I’m devoutly hoping that even more offers of events, projects, performances, and suitably bizarre propositions will be beating a path to the door of this ancient poet.
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The secret word is Regroup
Posted by Mick at 12/11/2011 08:48:00 AM