Inspired I guess by Chatwin and Kerouac, I've been a carrying around a Moleskine notebook for 16 years or so. I recently began to go through them, reminiscing as I looked over the entries. Poems, travel fragments, random thoughts and ideas. Notes from yoga seminars, Buddhist lectures, martial arts workshops. Addresses and phone numbers, recipes and lists, hand-drawn maps and directions. Not to mention the names of books and albums, places and films, all presumably recommended by someone I was sitting across from at the time. There was even a signed 'receipt' from an former landlady.
Although in more recent years I've 'upgraded' to the more convenient voice recorder on my iPhone, the old tattered Moleskines have been a true record of a large part of my life. I appreciated this nostalgic walk through my own history.
While a large majority of the entries have already found their way here to this blog, for a number of months I'll jot a few items down, as means of archiving. Older poems will appear intermittently, beside the new.
On the turntable: The Dave Brubeck Quartet, "At Carnegie Hall"
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