Explanation for extreme lapse: I had to kill off my feeble attempt at blogging, or not-blogging, because I was already spending so much time at the computer that spending additional time there, or here, simply became excruciating to my legs and back. Plus my tendency is to acquire enthusiasms, and drop them, I know.

The modern preference is for the improvised product over the polished one. Hence: reality TV, blogs. Such a distillation is flawed of course because then how come people aren't rushing out to buy jazz CDs?

In my writing I've perhaps gone overboard on the polish and hope to learn to improvise, to allow for more raggedness. But no one needs to read my ragged maunderings, and there are already so many poetry sites.

Now I've gotten a service dog (no dropping that enthusiasm for a decade: this seems longer than my lifespan but it seems important to simply forge on. Otherwise the wheels lose their ability to gain any traction at all.)

Onward.