A light. A life lived well. And shared beautifully. An inspiration.
I first remembered meeting Jack on a magical night when he and Martha Silano and I read at Edmonds Bookshop. I remember he read this:
But this past spring, again reading together at Edmonds Bookshop, Jack reminded me of the time we’d met years before that, at Scott’s in Mount Vernon. I don’t think he introduced himself. We just talked about short and long poems.
Recently, on a sunny Sunday afternoon when I turned on the car radio, I heard this wonderful, soothing, familiar voice–and it was Jack! On Snap Judgment.
I feel grateful for the times I got to hear him read. I’d been thinking about him, hoping to hear him again.
“What is the outcome you want? What stands in your way? How do you overcome these obstacles? These three simple questions will keep you from being victimized by any situation. Creators change the world. Victims just bitch about stuff.”
A look at creativity
I love it when people write about creativity. I devour it.
“I wonder, what is the thing I don’t understand about myself today? I don’t want to take twenty years to figure it out every time. So I started looking for areas where I look like I don’t belong.”
And from the Dream Department
Last night, I dreamed I was running. Ever since I ran the 5K in October, I sometimes dream I’m running. Last night, I was running another 5K–and I felt good! I realized I wasn’t panting, crazy out of breath. But the course was twice around a loop and the second time was boring, plus I kept having to stop to get rid of a jacket or some other detail, and I realized my time would be worse than the last. But then I bumped into Pat Nixon, who was wearing a bright red silk blouse. And I excused myself and kept running, but I ended up at someone’s house (it wasn’t the Nixons’) and while the husband was asking if people wanted a cocktail (something that started with “s” but didn’t sound like Sazarac), I called Betty Ford on the phone. She asked why I was calling her, and I said I wanted to thank her. She still wasn’t sure… Then we sat down in the parlor, and a tiny dog (think of the smallest poodle you’ve ever seen) brought me a toy to throw, but the husband said he didn’t like that toy because it got all over the house and he handed me chew-toy bone and I threw the dog a bone.