news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/8121528.stm I'm more interested in the fact that the house of representatives passed a climate change bill than I am in the death of Michael Jackson. Of course, i will never forget where I was when i heard that he died - sitting in a slowly filling auditorium in Amherst, reading Bruno Schulz, slightly sunburned. The climate change bill just seems, oh, i don't know, like it has an impact that stretches far beyond the confines of any individual's life. This is not to say that Jackson was not, is not, deeply interesting & strange, a genius, a type of monster and certainly, a figure that changed our culture. This is not to say that he wasn't a human who shouldn't be properly mourned. i guess global warming isn't as sudden as human death, and certainly, nobody besides maybe a few thousand scientists and Elizabeth Kolbert are keeping track of how many species are becoming extinct each day. it's been happening for YEARS! No biggie.
My insomnia is rampant. I have been given a biography of Hart Crane. Tomorrow's the last day of Mark Doty's workshop, which has been an incredible gift. Then sunday & back to Pittsburgh, to Bridget to Tait to children to swimming to dance to song. To home to keep what I have learned & no longer comprimise the space that poetry wants within my life.