new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
OH WOWOW !sounds a bit like the house that we rented in Lindos in 1968069 for US $20per month. A white-washed house behind a stone wall cross the pebbledcourtyard that had a lemon tree against the inside of the wall and a spigot for water next to itANDacross the yard in what must have once been a storage closet was a toiletthat had no toilet seat. and to flush things down we had to fill a bucket at the spigot and poor the water in the toilet.... it was tied into a sewer-line that went somewhere... probably out to the Bay of St. Paul (?).about a month after we got there my Original muse (Pauline Chin (now Fay) showed up .... a chance encounter that changed me forever.... and a month after that (event) Jack Gilbert showed up... Jack was still there when I left I suspect that he "had the hots" for Pauline.the house was on the narrow street that led up to the acropolis... donkeystook tourists up from the square to the acropolis whenever a bus-load of them came in from Rhodes. The rich fat Germans where the nastiest
I can almost feel it.(The cool marble that is.)
Ha ha I see this one brought up wonderful memories of how things used to be in Greece in the 60s. Never again, dear friends, will we experience such innocence.