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6 June 2005: I haven't gotten very far with my map of Apollo poem. I wrote six or seven lines of it yesterday, then substantially revised at least four of them a little while ago. This is what I have so far:
I'm not sure where this will go. I do know that Poem's friend Criticism will supply him with the map of Apollo. Something tells me he'll find out the map of Apollo takes him to the same place the map of the Bear did, but I won't know if I'm right till I've finished the poem, if I ever do.
Hmmm, maybe I will finish it: moments after writing the previous paragraph, I made a new stanza for it:
The last two lines seem off--pretentious? I dunno. As usual, I think I've written some good passages and some bad. I think if I were a Real Poet, I'd keep going, but I have so many chores to get done around the house, the poem will have to wait. (I'm officially starting A Summer Of Hard Work today. First order of business: transferring whatever I can that's cluttering the house into my already ridiculously crammed backyard storage shed so I can start to get my house right. Magazines and books are my main problem--they're all over the place. I have enough shelf-space for them, I guess, but want to place them so I can find them when I want to. This means a wholesale re-organization of my library. Ugh. But it's got to be done--and I have gotten a start: this morning I boxed all my floppy disks and stored them in the shed. That freed two bookshelves. More on this brave undertaking tomorrow, if I'm not too demoralized by how badly it's going.
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