the absense.....

Woke up this morning, decided I had had it! Wanted simply to do NOTHING, just clear my mind, no input, no movies, even tired of baseball---it is amazing at a time when so much is being thrown at one, how sometimes I feel the need to not take in any more, even the memories, sometimes so odd...this morning in the bathroom, I remembered talking to the guy who played Riff kind of blandly in a summer 1964 production of West Side Story--I remember him being very open; it turned out he was Christopher Walken..strange how a memory like that returns to you--I had just started my playground job in the Bronx---playgr0und on 177 or 180 street, rapidly changing neighborhood, still some Jewish families left, Puerto Ricans and blacks moving in, ---had spent most of the summer before there, mourning the girl who had rejected me at Hopkins, that year (1964) only stayed there briefly, then assigned to playground in Hunts Point for the rest of the summer, the summer before attending Yale Drama, strange way to spend a pre-theater year, but hey, it was 1964....anyway, today (2007 that is) decided to do very little, thaw myself out, maybe go to East River in late afternoon and talk to Sarah about movies, then to relax at South Fourth....feel like listening to Schumann's 3rd with its haunted fourth (but not last) movement...that's all,,,,