Book Plans

I just had one of those light-bulb moments: I've written and saved several hundred poems--around 400, I guess. Most of them probably aren't worth saving, but have a "germ" of poetry somewhere in their innards. So what I want to do is take each of the doubtful ones and play with it, and try to make a real poem out of it, and deep-six it if it continues to embarrass me. I hope they will all cooperate and come together as a respectable little book of The Complete Poems of JRC.

Tomorrow night!!! Ramey opens in "Second Samuel" at the church "playhouse." I called to reserve two seats, and sweet little Sue-Baby put us in the second row. So maybe I can almost hear a pin drop onstage, not to mention what the actors say. I hope Jed comes over tomorrow to escort me to the theatah.

Last night I watched a PBS "American Masters" show about my all-time favorite orchestra conductor, the Met's own James Levine. Jimmy, like most of us old folks, now looks like a little Hobbit. -- Well, actually, he always did.