Bach cello suites. It has been a looooong time since I listened to these. Remarkably they don’t remind me of my dad, who was a cellist, because unlike my mom and my sister, I have so little memory of hearing him practice. I think it must have been MTB talking about opera that made me think of putting these on this morning. They do seem kind of \u00a0perfect for the damp and dark.<\/p>\n
Lat night as I was falling asleep I thought of 4 or 5 lines that would work together as a great poem. Who knows if that was true, about the great part, because I didn’t write them down. Lost to sleep. But sleep is good. Much less tossing and turning last night. Much less tired this morning. I did find some lines from several Tony Hoagland poems that I like (hopefully they don’t seem too orphaned without the rest of the poem). Also, there’s this whole poem of his, Lucky<\/a>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n These lines from Romantic Moment<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n And if she was a Brazilian leopard frog she would wrap her impressive pummel me softly against the surface of our pond <\/p>\n
\ntongue three times around my right thigh and<\/p>\n
\nand I would know her feelings were sincere.<\/p>\n