three short bits from a poem titled “The Future,” by Lyn Hejinian There's no sense to things except the sense we bring to them. But there will always be things out there, independent of us, preceding us and outlasting us. Weekends will occur no matter what. Courageously we’ll follow the dialectical zigzag of despair and curiosity. I'll reserve judgment on the future until it shows a little more of itself a bit from Trainspotting, by Irvine Welsh (at an job interview) ---But what specifically attracts you to the leisure industry? ---Well, everybody likes to have a good time… a bit from Music for Chameleons, by Truman Capote (The author is conversing with and profiling Mary Sanchez, his housekeeper for several years. He is inquiring about—seeking a little chisme (gossip) about—her other housekeeping clients, often celebrities, one a Miss Shaw.) Truman Capote: Is Miss Shaw a poet? Mary Sanchez: She’s always writing something. I don’t know what it is. Stuff I see, sounds like she’s on drugs to me. Please visit my website at www.randystark.com. My books are available on Amazon.