By Rob Halpern
This is where it gets pretty personal hemmed in
- side acts enclosing sense eroding all my needs
For warmth & honey common phantoms things
Sing of use not being on our side they press again
- st my limit being a swarm becoming corralled
Inside the same nonsite falling to a cop's baton
Not failing the place property erases you see for
- ce shifting lines converging undoing time
The way we make it deep how deep the ground
Dreams futures not being bound to rates rent
Open squares under private siege a coup
Like common sense undone the library itself hi
- jacked commanded dumped by armed pretenders
Say the commode goes up in smoke say what
You are has been revoked utopian imaginary
Say whatever you want has been unmade
& ready to be made again with
- drawn people arouse
-- the place itself, this hole in the goods.
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My Tuesday was all about chores, some of which were completely absurd -- I went looking for a gold pen to finish a project I started literally ten years ago (which is probably when I bought the gold pen) and spent an hour testing about fifty pens that I had in various and holders, some of which I fear may date back to college. I was gifted some vintage Renfaire jewelry that I started sorting, which led to sorting Renfaire clothes, which led to sorting clothes in closets and collecting stuff to give away. Just wait till I get to the dining room table and see what I discover, and older son has been warned that if he wants a double bed in his room here, he has to help in the sorting-and-recycling process while he's at home.
Adam went to a friend's house to watch the German soccer team goal clinic, excuse me, the World Cup game against Brazil, which was so depressing that I turned it off (I was also hoping that my rooting for Brazil was somehow causing the problem and they'd come back if I looked away, but it didn't work out). We had a massive thunderstorm around dinnertime that rained out the Orioles-Nationals game, so instead we watched Pulp Fiction, which believe it or not I had never seen before. It's still too violent for my taste but at least now I know how all those one-liners sound in context! Here are some photos from three different fields from the Battle of Monocacy anniversary - artillery, cavalry, infantry:
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