Bliss Alive

Reading Gary Zarr postcards from Samos powerful mourning beloved Gail gone music flowers people water senses sun life love joy affirming pain bliss alive Reading New York Review of Books New Yorker Sunday New York Times I must be a New Yorker in spite of not being able to afford to live there no place to be poor even middleish doorman essential still I would miss natural surroundings light fresh air wide sky distance from machines ground zero here I miss live people conversation food minds free not consumed by family dumbed down low expectations realistic limits tolerable sustenance so I read dream write letters blog direct play rehearsals will start next weekend Downstairs from Dan's new public studio dancing floor pub library homeless kids become top chefs