Tuesday Afternoon Mindscape
we wrote stream of consciousness 'poetry' in 7th grade as taught by mr. miller, he of the red beard and the hippie consciousness though actually looked likehe belonged in a midwest liberal arts college as instructor. but mr. miller, i will forever remember him bringing in the recorded music and the printed lyrics to janic ian's "society's child" and how i was mesmerized by the images and the message and it still moves me to think back on it...then in a creative writing class i was baffled by the sensitive and mature poetry of one of my more conscious and adept female classmate...and that this same classmate was moved to tears by the untimely death of otis redding, and at the time, i barely knew who he was, though i think i knew dock of the bay, yet he was not able to enjoy it in terms of the attention it got, this all in my 56th year, enjoying the unseasonably cool weather here in greenwood, california, just hangin' with monica, looking out to the evergreen trees against the early clouds in a baby blue sky.