(Trying to quote from memory a line in a language I don’t speak or write. The passion counts. The meaning is there.) How do I stay excited for a thing without rehearsing the thing before it’s time? How do I prepare to do a thing without doing the thing? Things rarely turn out as expected and flow flows more freely if I don’t try to grasp so tight and grab so greedily. My mind is a raging river, careening with cascades of pompous bullshit. Ernest Hemingway phoned from the grave and does NOT approve. What kind of Twitter tweets would that twit tweet? Brevity is the soul of twit. Nietzsche’s blind, Plato’s a tease, god is dead, so please please please let me, let me, let me write what I want — this time. Gimme a beat... poet! Pass the Patti Smith Peppermint Schnapps & Kerouac Cognac and Ginsberg Gin. Time to make a tall glass of Joan Jett Fuel and runaway with my imagination once again. With FEELING.