|April 9, 2105
||[Apr. 9th, 2015|11:55 pm]
|||||Erica Clapton, Me and Mr. Johnson||]|
So, my stomach did not improve overnight, and I ended up getting out of bed to cancel my subbing assignment for today. (I also got out of bed several times to use the bathroom. It was that kind of night.) I slept in until late in the morning, and I was able to keep breakfast down, so I seem to be more or less recovered, but last night was just vile. It didn't help that we had thunderstorms (with hail) that kept me awake as well.
Anyways, I spent the early afternoon updating my LiveJournal, and then I did some dishes. I also saw a news item today about a new photograph of Blues legend Robert Johnson being authenticated, which I found kind of exciting. Exciting enough, in fact, to spur me towards creativity: I wrote a poem based on it for Rattle magazine's "Poets Respond" series. I doubt I'll try to place it elsewhere, so here it is:
NEW PHOTO OF ROBERT JOHNSON DISCOVERED
Look at them there, guitar between:
kings of their world, crossroads behind
and hoping for honky-tonk success,
songs come down through ages,
caught in cheap hotel rooms, heard
in every rock and roll, top-20
anthem until the end of time.
And what would they be for us today?
Another one shot on a bloody sidewalk --
that smile just so much provocation.
Come to the crossroads, the devil is waiting
behind his bullet-proof vest for you.
Not as subtle as I usually am. Still, it's good to experiment now and again. And I may change my mind about placing it elsewhere.
I took a long nap in the afternoon and early evening. In fact, I slept much longer than I would have liked, which is probably fallout from being sick. In any case, I had time to make a shepherd's pie for dinner, and it went down quite well. We'll be going to bed late tonight, but that's nothing unusual. I don't have to be at work until noon tomorrow, and I'm feelign better, so I should be able to sleep well tonight.