This afternoon, I asked why he was still wearing his white pajamas with a white t-Shirt.
She explained, he’s a bunny!
(Duh)
He ran off and bounded back wearing a headband with rabbit ears.
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he hurries to that which supports him
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A few months late and a few eggs short, but close enough.
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I hope I find that white package somewhere in the bedroom.
We tried playing Tobago.
It’s too advanced for the kids.
But he pulled out the box the next day.
So I set it up on the dining table.
Still too advanced.
But she used it as a springboard to create a treasure hunt.
Now I’m walking around the house with a turtle wearing bunny ears chanting “Koyaanisqatsi” and a shovel made of a ping pong paddle with a roll of paper.䷼䷇
a crane calling in the shade
its young answers it -
Appalachian Spring, Graham, Copland, Noguchi, Glushanok, 1958
This TV program is a collaboration of giants.
What’s there to say?
Lovely performance, well shot.
Of course, this is a must-watch.
In college we watched many dance performances.
This was an exercise in nostalgia.
Thinking of the dancers at Cal.
We’re on the other side of young.
Where are they?
Those dancers on screen are in another world now.
We all are.
There used to be appointment TV, now we watch over breakfast.䷡䷵
This was my first encounter with Peter Glushanok. His camera was as much a dancer as the eight performers and the stage set. Here is a short biographical blurb and a soundcloud account of his electronic music compositions.
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He’ll be racing her soon.
We played Spot It.
She’s still scared of losing, so we each ran through our own decks.
Except for the first round, she won every time.
I’m a little slower.
She’s much faster.䷏䷡
firm as a rock
not a whole day -
If he topples, the tile floor is only a few feet down.
I put my feet on the coffee table.
He crawled back and forth on this leg bridge to the sofa.
After last August, my heart skipped whenever he wobbled, but he refused any help.
We’re both growing up.䷚
at the foot of the mountain thunder
the image of providing nourishment -
The driver circled the kitchen and living room until they reached their stop.
They tied the plasma car to an office chair.
He put on a backpack and squeezed in amongst the gaggle of animals.
She drove the car, towing them around the house.
School bus.䷄䷻
clouds rise up to heaven
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When he felt drowsy, he buckled in and insisted on getting his seatbelt tightened.
I walked the boy to sleep in the red wagon.
Every time I do, I wonder if this is the last time.
It will be soon.
Too soon.䷈䷕
he allows himself to be drawn into returning
good fortune -
An orange ball floated in the grey evening sky before falling back into the deep green lawn.
He threw the ball as high as he could.
I threw the ball as I high as I could.
Taking turns until mommy called us in.䷙䷍
the headboard of a young bull
great good fortune -
The grass is long, will the bridge rectifier burn out again?
Mowing the lawn
A dark green oval
Bisected by an orange cord.䷟䷯
no game in the field
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He wore her oversized Kindergarten T-shirt.
They made another boat.
A little larger.
A lot more orderly.
“All passengers must wear socks! Captain’s orders!” she said.䷓䷾
contemplation of my life
decides the choice
between advance and retreat