May 7, 2009
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The Daily News
1 Ah, the year's once again winding down like a tired old clock.
2 That's a paraphrase of Thornton Wilder, a phrase I seem to bring up every year right about this time.
3 It's a little after 1 a.m. as these words go to press.
4 Last night was a different type of insomnia. It was my favorite sort, actually.
5 Wednesday morning, 3 a.m. I awoke, as I often do. I had conked out on the couch, nothing unusual for an old poop like meself.
6 As always, it's a little crack in the corner of the room, or an elderly "meow" from a cat, or from a local cow that does that.
7 I awakened as always, looked out the window and saw the moon all wrapped up in silver and gold clouds.
8 And as always, I looked at the light design in the middle of the night, only to stand once more astonished at whomever put those dark colors so eloquently together.
9 Shadows, light and color, moonlit hues of blue in stark contrast to faint pink squares and dappled shadows of leaves.
10 A Midsummer touch coming in wonderfully early.
11 Last night's awakening came after five hours of collapsed, or elapsed sleep. Sometimes insomnia is a thread.
12 Because of Wednesday morning at 3 a.m., I worked yesterday on extreme lack of sleep, and didn't go staight home.
13 I stood in the Cathedral, on the bare stage of the Cafe Verona, and rehearsed six Sinatra songs for an upcoming "Faculty Follies" which I thought was to be this Friday night.
14 Turns out it's not until the 29th, so I just had fun all alone in the room, singing and acting goofy.
15 By the time I got home, I was ready to sleep. The Giants did little to encourage me to awaken. I was lazier than their bats.
16 Anyway, I slept from around 7:30 to around 1 a.m. and awakened, which really means I was ready to face the day. The only thing is, it was 1 a.m. and most of my students were "twittering" or whatever the heck people are doing nowadays.
17 I sit and watch as tears go by.
18 I once again read T.S. Eliot's The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. I still have no idea what it's about, but it always seems to work for me anywho.
19 In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michaelangelo.20 I wrote some poem or other about Prufrock a few weeks ago. Sometime when I'm not too shy I'll share it.
21 Remind me that I said that. I have no sense of anything anymore.
22 I have measured out my life with coffee spoons...
23 That's Eliot. I was just trying to claim it.
24 It was so muggy last night that I left my front door open.
25 That always gives me the heebz. It felt nice, but I kept waiting for a tall CIA agent with a crease in his face to come through the door in full overcoat, and lurk in the shadows.
26 Insomnia is poetry, I swear to you.
27 Moving on: I did have a dream last night, or yesterday.
28 I dreamed that the English department up at the Chill had promoted me to English 1A and English 2A for next year. I had this thought that I get to teach the best and the brightest in the district while they are in their prime.
29 Turns out that upon awakening, that was what I was offered at yesterday's meeting.
30 I'm guessing they will take some of that away, but I absolutely couldn't believe that at long last I might finally have a schedule that would inspire and move mountains.
31 Needless to say, I was a tad thrilled.
32 At last.
33 Well, I guess that's about it for today's DN. I'd better leave now, close the door so that CIA guy doesn't slip in and take my wallet, or whatever it is the guy is always plotting out there.
34 Have a spectacular day.
35 Live life, love life.
36 Peace.
~H~
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