I come to the edge of things and then back off.
I’d like to buy that green house in Bluemont. I just see us there. But certain things would be inpractical, and it would be more upkeep than here, probably. Then again, I’m tired of suburbia’s good life.
I am tired. Everyone’s tired of my turmoil.
“Eye and Tooth” never gets anywhere. That’s the point. Lowell goes from past to present tense, but it’s present tense when he has the childhood recollection that precedes the final stanza.
I’d like to start voys.us, but it’s so much work. Yet I’ve pushed right up to the edge twice now.
It’s fun to work on. Maybe I should keep pretending even when it’s live. That was my approach to slow reads, after all.
Backing off isn’t like me twenty or even twelve or ten years ago. Is it my age, or is the timing not right? A different conception of time now, maybe. Maybe I’m play-acting for when we’ll be empty-nesters four or five years from now.
I think I’m coming to the end of something, and these are the birth pangs of something new. Complicated by the fact that I’m past menopause.
I’m getting a head start on SoloPoMo, using some material I posted on an obscure WordPress.com blog while I mulled over how to redo my blog. I’ve selected Robert Lowell’s “Eye and Tooth” for my own celebration of SoloPoMo.