Went to the 711 tonight. Mad headache. I had to get some vitamin water something. I get the water and go to swipe the debit. You know the dilly, when I'm stopped by 30 Mardis Gras necklaces on the swiper.
Guy behind the counter yanks them down.
"It's crazy, you know," he tells me. "They give these money to all those people to get a house, and we don't even have a house. I work everyday. I have to rent a house. If I don't work, I am on the street."
"I hear you," I say slowly.
"You take care," he nods. "You have a goodnight."
I leave the store.
Found out there are poets in need. This makes me upset to no end. I cannot understand the craziness artists are willing to go through before they ask for help. It made me want to punch someone when I heard the story. I didn't do that though. I am going to start a personal fund drive from now on. It is strictly for artists. If anyone ever wants to put money my way, that's where it goes. If I hear that an artist doesn't have the proper equipment, or needs some extra money, I am going to give it to them.
For an artist (that goes for artists of all ages) to not have the basic necessities is so unacceptable. So unacceptable. I will start the savings account this weekend. I will build it throughout my life.
If I make any money in this life, let me help my beautiful artist friends out there. They do enough for the world. It's time they were repaid with some wonderful grants, money, and possibilities.
Hear me spirit. I will make this happen in a major way by 2012, if not sooner.
I read Stacy Elaine's post entitled "Cancer." Then I heard today of a friend with Crohn's disease. I would like to help. Has anyone out there heard of alternative treatments to Cancer, Crohn's Disease, and other incurable illnesses? Please share what you know here. I will pass on the information to my great friends.
What I'm Reading
I am reading Frank O' Hara's poems in some book. (God that's useful) Hold on...Let me do this right...
"Poems Retrieved" by Frank O'Hara
"The Autobiography of Mark Twain" by Samuel Clemens (ed. by Neider)
"Leaves of Grass" by Walt Whitman
"Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair" translated by W. S. Merwin
"The Famous and the Anonymous" by Savannah Schroll
A very American roster. In fact I bought some new sneaks over the weekend. Filas that are red, white, and blue. I got comments on them all day today. My haircut too. This was my favorite exchange.
"Nice shoes," Jeff says.
"Thanks," I say.
"Very patriotic," he says.
"Yeah," I say, and laugh.
This brings me to my last bit of news. I got the Permanent Alien card in the mail early in the week. And yesterday they called to set-up my interview for citizenship. I was supposed to be in Buffalo yesterday, but it looks like I can get it scheduled here in L.A. very soon.
Now those shoes seem rather poignant, eh? You better believe it, Yankee Doodle. I'm an American.
World here I come.
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