But today I stepped out into a crisp, cool, clear air. I realized that I had a whole life before me. No hurries, no worries. Let the art come to you. No pressing. No forcing. No beefs. No real concern for time at all. Not any more. It's all there. Soon we just put all the pieces together and call it what it is: done, don.
As the guru says, "Shit, man - that's what WE DO."
So, what's to come as we near Field Mowing time? Well, there's plenty to do for this year's slide into dark time and middlespaces:
Printing & auction timeTime. Time. Time.
Year's favorite time
FOTY time
SPS [wrap] time
10-year poetry review & book [begin] time
Time.
Time.
Time.