I now have one more regular blog visitor. Unfortunately, he’s a school-marm, when he isn’t reporting various Internet posters to the police, or threatening to do so. He’s a good spell-checker, though. He’s also an Emperor-tripper–i.e., a person who trails pundits and would-be pundits around hoping to catch them in errors of spelling, grammar, minor logic or the like, which he then publicizes at the Internet news groups he’s in, none of them with any significant membership. So, because of him, I just now changed my spelling of “Excalibur” in the rough draft of a possible poem I posted the other day. The school-marm is a mildly interesting specimen, but he’s good at sidetracking his victims into moronic arguments (and I’m a sucker for moronic arguments) so I have to try my best to resist arguing with him.
I’m close to actually getting to work on one of my projects that I think has commercial possibilities. Since I seem to have an actual commericial agent interested in my work, I really should get on it. Today’s excuse for not is that I have a meeting of my little local writers’ group coming up in another hour or so. I have to get some stuff together to take to it. Would really like to get a poem done I’m working on, but don’t think I’ll be able to.
On the health front, my good/bad news is that when I played tennis this morning, I felt my bad leg was at 60% running strength instead of the 20% it’s been most other times I’ve played, although two days ago it was also at 60%. This is good because it makes me almost able to actually play the game–because I can go after balls rather than lean toward them, which was about all I could do before my back operation. I can also get set for shots I have time to get set for, which was hard for me before. It’s bad because I’m still far from where I was 14 months or so ago, when I felt like I was almost pretty good.
My mood remains okay. I actually feel disappointed at night when I have to go to bed, and in the morning no longer consider the day ahead something to get through. The project I hope to get into very soon will be an excellent test of how well I’m actually doing.
So much for this entry. Pretty blah, but I’m still getting at least one entry a day done!
Poem, Buoyant in Another Rough Draft
By chance, the Philistines
encounter
Excalibarge planging unduteously
out of one text poem had visited
into another.
Tinslicoricely grinding gears they
can’t
change, the philistines burble their
HA HAs
over the Rhine maidens’ golden simper
Poem was gimboling through,
exuberantly lithing into where
the December’s hindsight
exonerated even
his grammar,
though not his bald head.
