MOG

My mouth is agape Is this the same runobodyii I've come to know and love Does she realize this is (he who can't be named?) My speechlessness precludes me from going on but I will

you've been quiet ( well for you) hope all is well reach out if you need to

You know the theory that says that only only children can ever really grow in their own way and become who they are because where there are other siblings there is the carving out of territory and roles and also reaction. Well, apart from Dylanologists and worshippers, I like him just fine, but keep my critical head and sort the good from the bad from the ugly. Recently I listened to a Dylan podcast, rented No Direction Home and I'm Not There, and plan someday to trek through his discography in chronological order and peruse his collected lyrics. But when he makes gibberish of his lyrics,etc, etc, I will continue to tell thee, as my experience with making art tells that genius touches us and visits us, but more often than not goes its on way leaving us lonely and stupid and ordinary and boring. And if one forges on ahead in spite of this the results are forced and uninspired. Guess I should have written this comment as MOG mail. Anyway, it is gardening season and baseball season and reading season and thinking season and listening to music season, and, I hope, writing season, but not so much MOGging season, though I like seeing what ya'll be posting.