from a journal

4/25/19

Stop Lights

Untangling headphones. New writing spot, a Peet’s Coffee on Mendocino Avenue, ‘cross the street from the government buildings. Emma this morning, talkative and smiling, cooperative and joking with me. Complete opposite of yesterday. I stopped for a second in the skirmish with these headphones, taking first sip of 3-shot latte which is infinitely better than anything you’d have at a Starbucks. Nothing to pair. No scone, or croissant as I was so tempted, or one of those morning buns. Discipline today, but more immediately better practices, habit that will take me to travel. Old friend telling me she wants to start journaling, funny as I was driving here after leaving little Ms. Austen at her new learnery and thinking about what to start with. Shame on me, I still repeat. “Magic in the meta”, as I explained last night to a student who wanted to associate the ‘meta’ of my offering to metaphysics. I told him he wasn’t exactly wrong, or that far off, but that’s not quite the voice in my voice. I work with here, what’s here, what I’m doing and where I am.

Headphones straightened out more or less, and now Coltrane and I jam. That’s what this is — jam session between John and I. Track reminds me to just started playing, just start, and yes PLAY. If you think excessively about your entries, or even at all, you’ll block self. Writer’s block is…