biked 25.6 miles today. 93 degrees. burned roughly 1500 calories. consumed... much less than that, so far, but, i feel fine.
it has been poetry weekend in Durham.
friday night : rachel blau duplessis read [super cool reading, just her, about an hour from drafts... very fine... very fun... very smart]
saturday night: tanya olson and fred moten read in the minor american series [o, such genius!]
and today, which i had to skip because i thought i could a} work after riding 25.6 miles in 93 degrees and b} i could not work and had to sleep through the readings of both Buck Downs and Bryan Koen.
sadly. for me.
i love the heat.
i love to be home.
i love to be away, too.
and lotsa writing, actually.
but, the novel to waste [basket] [okay, not really, but, serious-pause buttoned due to emotional heartbreaks involved-- it takes a lot out of me... writing this novel. sometimes it just has to go away.]
poetry is happening, though.