Closing Days

There's a funny Office skit, in which at the end of everyday the song Closing Time by Greenday is played. Stanley  ever-thrilled to leave comes out from the lunch room singing away! In an interview he tells the camera crew that "I don't like the song, but if it means I get to go home, I can't wait for it!"


Alright, Tv shows aside....I'm in the final days of my month long writing retreat. A good thing that will come of that is that I shall continue to write. Just not without 30 or so people to keep me company, hug, & laugh with. It will be missed, very much so. I don't want to just focus on the end, there are still several days, and each day can hold a lot. Ain't over till it's over....
Yesterday we embarked on a ship & boated-over to Nantucket.  The ferry ride was about 2 & 1/2 hours, which was fully enjoyed by looking at the water & horizon, reading Kurt Vonnegut short stories & playin cards. On the island, me and several other amigos played "kneel-football" , which is tackle football, except on yer knees! It was sandy fun, fill of laughter with only one touchdown. The football was a pineapple ... We then rested in a little grove, throwing out a spurr of the moment poem that we all added too. Lovely. We walked thro downtown, tossing the pineapple off a roof (stairs handily led right up to it) and gorged ourselves on it's juicy flesh. After some book browsing, we saw the sunset at a cemetery. Gorgeous; sun orange & bright spreading pink color in the blue sky on the backdrop of old weathered graves. The boat ride back was cold, but swell as-well, full of sleepy, hungry kids.

In my last post I said I was going to write some-sort of memoir thing, well, I didn't . Wrote a paragraph & ditched it. Instead I'm writing a short story of my time on a farm I worked on this summer. That was going swimmingly till a problem came up with Microsoft Word on the computer I've been using (mine broke), and now I can only look at the document, can't copy it or make any changes....believe the problem will be fixed, for the time being just continuing to write on  Google Docs.
Aside from that, I've written several poems....I tried doing a poem a day which I mostly got (with a few scattered days that I didn't), but in the past few days been slacking....in that slacking I've been socializing  which is alright, but I'm quite happy to have been doin' writing this morning. Need to spit out some more poems....

There's also been several movie outings. I've attended two of these, Argo & then Cloud Atlas. Both  quite well done, I think I preferred the wide-scope of plot & characters in Cloud Atlas to Argo. Somefolks also saw the new Paranormal movie & the new 007 flick.

There's been loads of dancing here, mainly partner blues dancing. Been great fun.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
I also turned 18! Had a yummy carrot cake, saw my dad & took a nice walk with him. Took a splash in the water later that night too...

I leave you with this,
and add that during Sandy, we took a walk long the beach that was windy, & awesome.
Much love,
Liam

Home-and my retreat-that's such a treat

How fitting (I suppose) that my last post was about arriving home.
For today I left my home, off to my next merry adventure. I shall describe that later on, for now I shall focus on the word home.
Home can mean a lot of different things, for me in particular in this case when I say home I'm talking about my casa  in my hometown, where I was (almost) born (in) & raised, and not just a specific house. I also will be talking of a specific house. So get confused, or don't.

For the next month I'm on a writing retreat, in the cape with around 26 unschoolers. It is so far, and I'm sure shall, continue to be fantastic. And once that month is thro, I shall head home, but not to the home I left today. My father & I are moving out of our apartment, to (another third floor) apartment a town over in Arlington. This means (as you may have inferred) I shall no longer be living in my hometown of Winchester.

Winchester, a quiet town north of Boston; full of rich kids with snobby noses.
Full of white class & big houses.
A town I fully enjoyed growing up in, despising it for all it lacked, yet thankful for what it was.
Peaceful,
white, rich, bland,
easy access to woods, home also to some of my closest friends.
region of my childhood.

And now, on the eve of my 18th birthday, I shall no longer live in Winchester, leaving me to only claim that I was from this town. It saddens me to leave it, despite knowing that I'll spend much time there anyway with my friends (upon my return)....I no longer will live right downtown,  or have a roof to climb & gaze at the treetops & gaping sky.
No longer, no longer,
So it goes.
It will be missed, tho it would happen sometime
and I knew it so.

Our landlord wanted the space for his in-laws, and that is why we are moving. We don't have a moving date, for the move is a dance, a constant swirl of packing, perpetual motion that is revolving & revolving.

Basically, Pop's & I have been lugging stuff over to the new house & unloading it. Tho I'm now gone, my Old Man will continue this practice until Nov. 1st when he will have swept our home of all belongings and switch the lights off.

Meanwhile, I will be typing away & scribbling poems in a mad fashion.
That's right, I totally got the better end of this "deal".
Along with all the other writers, I get to lounge back & focus on writing for a whole month, enjoying the town of Hyannis.
The objective of this retreat is to complete a writing challenge.
I have a few ideas on this....I plan to write several structured poems (love to do some haikuyin' in particular), blog, and most likely write a memoir of my life in Winchester, which will include more intimate things about my hometown then I seem to be writing currently. Perhaps you will have the chance to read this at somepoint.
This reminds me of a great poem by Robert Creeley

Retrospect
Thanks for
what will be
the memory
if it is

Damn straight I dig it!

And in all this commotion I have all made an academic achievement & taken my GED. This is a high school equivalency test for any who don't know. I feel fairly confident on how I did, within two weeks I'll get the results back.

Well~Ta Ta
Buenos Noches me amigos,
Love,
Liam

Home Sweet Home

Oh here I sit in a home, one of many I have,

but a home back North, in my Home-Town. 

Home.

I've finally returned to my sweet little home town. What a journey it was.....

I flew from Austin to Asheville in an entire day. A 10 hour trip total, going from Austin to Memphis to New York to Atlanta and then a short little ride over to Asheville. Si, a long day. Luckily it started early in the morning and I arrived to my east coast destination at 5:30ish.

North Carolina (Please see!)

Twas a most beautiful flight over the Carolina's, what gorgeous mountains. Green & lush, beaming with life, rollin' on all around. I got to talk to a very nice Englishman (quite chatty fellow) on the 'Lanta Asheville flight. He was coming over seas to meet two friends he meet online 10 years ago. They all were gunna stay in a cabin up in the mountains. He made several sex references to his night before with his girlfriend. Ah a good plane ride. Everyone else I was next to (on previous flights) didn't say much but this jolly chap immediately said hello as I sat down. Wunderbar. He also accepted the carrot I offered him. Plus, he wrote down his phone number incase I was ever in London. 

My time in Asheville was quite nice. Lovely to see the Bieglers and the other unschoolers in Asheville. Went to a free Grateful Dead cover shindig too, as well as the weekly drum circle. How awesome!

Kimi also gave me two fantastic gifts. A utensil figure, made out of forks spoons & a knife. Tis great, a little man with a big face hands & feet! And a body too.  She also gave me a Yerbe Mate gourd. Yahoo!

Yerbe Mate is my favorite tea, a super green tea it's full if antioxidants, vitamins, minerals and energy! 

It's energy is different than coffee for Mate is much more balanced (and nutritious) and does not give off the "jitters". Lacks the coffee/caffine withdrawl/addiction too. Anyway, it's great & I urge you to try it. Traditionally it's drunk out of a gourd, such as the one Kimi got me. To sip out of the gourd there is a special straw called a bombilla which filters the water from the leaves. After receiving the gourd, I bought the bombilla.

I had mate with me & so had a most delicious day of drinking mate. All day. It was then time fro ARGH, a big unschooling gathering up in the mountains. I had a great time, it was at a new camp ground and tho quite spread out I very much enjoyed it. Lots of horses all around! Was wonderful, our cabin (Biegler/Yablonski plus the Higgin/McBroom's, Maples, and Duncan Lovejoy) was way up on a hill. Two horses had a pasture right in front of the cabin. Gorgeous view from on top thar as well.

Leaving Asheville (tho more so the South) proved harder than expected! Having to take several buses to get home, my first layover was at Greenville South Carolina where I was to wait 'round fer a couple of hours before going to Charlottle NC. The bus came, and I was about to get on (after 5 people had boarded before me) when the bus driver said "Hold On".

The bus was full. Full! There was another guy who was on my Asheville to Greenville bus who was to take this same bus. Thankfully for us there was a bus comin' at 8. Bringing us in to Charlotte at 10, givin' me justa enough time to catch a 10:30 bus to D.C then home. At 7:45 I found out that the 8 O' Clock bus was 2-hours late. Sheeeet. I happened to have a lovely afternoon with this man, Matt. Roaming around Greenville. I almost got talked to by a cop for playing guitar next to the sidewalk (while sitting on a small stone wall). I was shirtless too, tho perhaps I was sitting on "private property". I had a wonderful lazy warm jam to myself before seeing Matt and leaving (as the cop stood nearby).

Thankfully the Christine (mother of Kimi) picked me up. In the morrow she drove me to Charlotte. There I found out that I had left my cell phone at Kimi's house. Luckily there happened to be a phone store right inside the bus station. So after buying meself a new phone we all waited for the bus. Twenty minutes after schedule it came by & i got on (and that's when it all began).

Perhaps you'll notice the Dead reference in thar. Anyway the bus had a slight problem (the luggage door wouldn't shut) which led to a 2 hour delay. So in turn the train I was to take (at 10 pm) in D.C. I would now miss. My father (who had got the train ticket) looked for later trains. He told me they ran every hour. Great!

A few minutes later he texted back saying that was false. Ahh crap. Tho he soon found a 3:15 am train out to Boston! Wunderbar! He then switched tickets to the 3:15 train.....a couple hours later, in Richmond Virginia, the bus driver announced without heavy traffic we'd get to D.C. by 9. Oh, well, whatta ya know. Me Pop's then switched tickets back to the 10 pm (once I was close to D.C. and sure of my 9 O' Clock arrival). 

After almost forgetting my suitcase I boarded the train & off I went! Boston Ho!

I slept a tad, waking up as the sun was rising. Gawd it was beautiful. I wrote two poems to my friend Julien & my father inspired by the New Dawn.

My father, Julien, Andrew, & Josh had all come to pick me up. I was not aware my 3 amigos would be there, but frankly it wasn't too surprising they were. Instead of going thro the station after getting off the train, I went around the building. It was quicker, outside, and, as I walked I realized I avoided any trap that was possibly set fer me at 8 in the morning. Strolling up to where main doors of South Station I saw three tired young chaps sitting on a bench. Moi amigos.

A silly grin appeared on my face as tho they seemed to be starring in my direction didn't notice me.

"What, you not even gunna get up for me? I don't look that different." I yelled feeling giddy. They looked up and we met and hugged. My father at this time was strolling out from the same direction I came from. Camera in hand we smiled & hugged.

And at 8 in the morning, I was in the North, in Boston. Home.

2012, Hey Now from Austin

Blogging, "that's what's up" quoting the In lingo of  "now". Been a while, not on facebook anymore either. Oh snap.

Cheers from  4 in the morning Austin. A great city I will be soon leaving only to return to another day.
I've been writting a fair amount down here, but mainly in mah journal my mom got me for X-Mas. Tis wonderful thing, with Great words-to-BE on the front of it. But tonight I'm blogging. Err, this morning I'm blogging :)
Prolly night somewhere! :P Still dark anywho, so yeah. This Night. That's what this is "about". The names of my Super Friends are changed to Super Nick-Names. Well roodie-a-doo!Wrote this on the bus home;

I left Shaggy (Fuz & us had been laughing it up at Boldin & 6th) puffing my way to the bus stop (chomping a pizza slice) I walked up to a couple. The guy was tall with short dirty blond hair, his girlfriend to our left had blue hair.

We all sorta stared at each other until the woman asked "Where do we know you?"

I meet a lotta people

in lottsa different places. 

I like doin' so.

They didn't pop into any gatherings

I recently have been

Then I thout I knew where.

T.h.e. A.I.R.p.o.r.t

Day 1. of my fall migration.

We had just flown outta Logan & now arrivd in Austin.

Her hair hadn't been blue. I don't recall it so.

Great shit.

I had to run.

Thro the weird step-downed shoes on & my pizza in my pocket and got on.

Chomp Chomp 

 &

gone.

A Mexican didn't speak English got on with a really drunk

?Irish?/white guy.

Not the bus they needed. 

Worked at the same place.

Guy next to me asked if i had weed 9to sell or give) Also semed to see what I was scribbling. Cool hehe.

oh and, I said "no." cuz 

I didn't.

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Some really loud drunk (obnouixs) people 

who were then yelling at some lady.

Blahzoo....tried to get them to shut up/stop yellin' around

Notice: "Bouldin" is "Bouldin Creek Cafe, a cafe turned restaurant that's pretty neat~6th is 6th street, the wild place with lots of crappy bars & clubs, crazy place~The step-downed shoes were these well worn women slipper shoes I found after loosing on of my flip-flops~The "?irish?" was written in mah journal with the second question mark flipped, as in espanol~"obnouixs" quick hand spelling of "obnoxious"

As to what else is up in my life....I'm leavin' Austin to go to Asheville, then to Tennesse for "ARGH"-a homeschooling/unschooling gathering. Pretty excited for that, then I'm busin' it North to Bahston.

Home sweet home. That'll be real strange, bein' in a quite little suburb after this music hoppin' mad city.

Well, well, gunna be a trip.

Lottsa love

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