tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post114929286650978692..comments2023-09-27T01:47:06.621-06:00Comments on Do Not Go Gentle — Poetry & Cancer, Life & Death: 6.02.06, The Art of Working WoodMr. Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269292710998486303noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post-1149347355277436442006-06-03T09:09:00.000-06:002006-06-03T09:09:00.000-06:00ooops, btw spot, i loved this blog. to funny. i do...ooops, btw spot, i loved this blog. to funny. i do know that the "nade" does read. had lunch with her and susan on thursday and was chastised as only she can about "language" that i use here. she cant believe or conceive that her dear son would ever use "those" kinds of words. was lmao at that one. it was a delightful lunch and had a good time with "the mother of all mothers". today starts pride weekend. will be having a hella good time with the queers here. have been letting my hospital friends know of your great results from infusion. they are so pleased for you. they send their love and good thoughts your way. love ya brother. keep on keeping on.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post-1149346969793930202006-06-03T09:02:00.000-06:002006-06-03T09:02:00.000-06:00spacely, you are just to silly at times. if their ...spacely, you are just to silly at times. if their wasnt a wood scale, you would be sooooo sad. no fun with the "kerryinski" ;) now do you get it, you "prevert" teeheeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post-1149341557080712622006-06-03T07:32:00.000-06:002006-06-03T07:32:00.000-06:00HAPPY THOUGHTS: Well there he was a block away, c...HAPPY THOUGHTS: Well there he was a block away, coming up Broadway (!) with that distinctive urban striude of his, and soon it was talk, coffee, catching up, and around. He is just exactly himself, open, sharp, wry. We hung out some, but then he had to head off to the appointment of which he wrote so wittily in today's posting, WS indeed. Planned to meet the next day for lunch or something, but nausea, cat Crantz trip to the vet, and chemo brain moment related to the meeting, which he had showed up for at the right time but wrong date the day before, postponed our meet until afternoon, when he came by the hotel and picked me up, off we went and got Crantz, saying Hello Lucy to the little pug who thought just possibly we too might have treats. Back to the apt for coffee, scritching Crantz, new pen and a box of bottles of colorful inks mr. j had ordered from Levenger. And I had visited the exhibit of 1945-50 lit materials at the library, and picked up a copy of the catalogue with mr. j's introductory essay, sharp and filled with a proud kind of joy for that moment in a country's history when it broke, if only briefly, out of the shadows of other nations and into the light of its own creating energies.<BR/>Martini, food, airport, and back too soon with too many things left unsaid, yet here I am, so glad for the time and his care, in all this, for me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post-1149296463323890462006-06-02T19:01:00.000-06:002006-06-02T19:01:00.000-06:00I don't mind you posting a numerical wood scale bu...I don't mind you posting a numerical wood scale but let's stay away from photographic representations (for now)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com