Thanks, brother. Beautiful. Tough as it is in these days when our government and the people who voted it in seem to be against everything we love, that we continue to produce beauty.
Thanks Hal, for the reprieve and your honesty, though likely there isn't one of us that wouldn't keep paying for the pleasure of knowing we are patrons of such a fine artistic, sensitive fellow as yourself. However, now that I've had to be re-authenticated by Substack in order to share my thoughts, like you I find it difficult to find something redeeming to say (redeeming of who?) even that I'm not sure. We try these new mediums and they ultimately disappoint, but friendship endures as you have shown in your lovely tribute to the Welshman. The question I have is what is it in his boyish perspective, (discounted by the critics who seldom have unbridled praise for anything--and why would they, the bit in their mouth?) that align so well with the Mormon perspective they would have a nom-member as their laureate? A world glossed with the colors of someone's palette of paradise? All those wrongs and rights painted over? What is it in his poetry that transcends that heavy burden of membership" What?
Thanks, brother. Beautiful. Tough as it is in these days when our government and the people who voted it in seem to be against everything we love, that we continue to produce beauty.
Thanks for this beautiful recollection of a friend. Glad you returned. for now.
A beautiful tribute to a friend and to the fringes.
Beauty
Not much point in living without it and being hopelessly in love with it
Just went to a dance performance of GSL shorebirds in Miller Bird Sanctuary, a small pocket park/ riparian zone and walked away feeling better
Abrazos
Loved!
Thanks Hal,
These are troubled times and it is so easy to retreat. I have to remind myself that my
solace is found in silence, a chirping bird or a smile coming from a stranger. Sharing is a form of healing I believe. Best for you and the family.
Know that in the time barrage, the rare is ever more treasured.
Thanks, Hal for providing a dose of serenity to a typically jumbled day.
Thanks Hal, for the reprieve and your honesty, though likely there isn't one of us that wouldn't keep paying for the pleasure of knowing we are patrons of such a fine artistic, sensitive fellow as yourself. However, now that I've had to be re-authenticated by Substack in order to share my thoughts, like you I find it difficult to find something redeeming to say (redeeming of who?) even that I'm not sure. We try these new mediums and they ultimately disappoint, but friendship endures as you have shown in your lovely tribute to the Welshman. The question I have is what is it in his boyish perspective, (discounted by the critics who seldom have unbridled praise for anything--and why would they, the bit in their mouth?) that align so well with the Mormon perspective they would have a nom-member as their laureate? A world glossed with the colors of someone's palette of paradise? All those wrongs and rights painted over? What is it in his poetry that transcends that heavy burden of membership" What?