got behind a camera again, this time
benham's nikon coolpix 995,
which model i think i'll buy as soon
as i get together the cash. i shot a
lot at bugs, bluegrass,
and beer party at jim simmons',
who i first met in aug '001 catching
a ride down to burning man in
his oasis of denile
shower truck. i wrote a long,
egotistical tract about the trip.
the only point i think i hit right
was that christ had had 2000 years
to come back. time was up. it was
the Year One again. days
later, sep 11
seemed to hold a kind of promise
that it was in fact time to start
from scratch. so far, things have gotten worse
thanks to the Bu$h gangster crew,
but one hopes that a backlash is
brewing. jerry, playing here, 72,
was optimistic and asked that we the
younger fix the world for him.
he looked at my tapelifts
and suggested i follow my
subconscious. he spoke of riding
high-speed trains in ohio in 1956
and other sensible technolgies that
were actually in practice before
being shut down by vested interests.
a metallurgist, his knowledge is now
outdated so he spends his time
playing piano and riding a bicycle.
i like the way dave's camera caught
the big finish to this composition,
the last note still vibrating the
air, the trace of his hand between
here and there. ever read cyrano de bergerac?
he was the victim of a political
hit, but even facing death he
retained his panache.
i don't know why i think of it,
other than it's good to see people
living with a flourish.