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1985-01-01 1985

Dennis — Tue, 01 Jan 1985 08:00:00 +0000

1985
Vow

– No alcohol
– No caffene
– No grass
– No fingerpicking
– No meats other than seafood

until 30 Dec 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1985-01-27

Dennis — Sun, 27 Jan 1985 08:00:00 +0000

               Every story or fable about the Masters
                 misleads us, subtly.
               We see how they are
                 and translate to see ourselves, there.
               And, thus, when we imagine ourselves there,
                 we always see ourselves
                   through the eyes of others.
               It's again the difference between
                 being and trying to be.
               We must find the secret, within.
                 Utterly disconnected and free
                   of all imaginings, posings and motives.
               We must become the light of unity
                 unto ourselves,
                    born of ourselves.
                                 gallagher
                                 27 Jan 1985

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1985-02-12

Dennis — Tue, 12 Feb 1985 08:00:00 +0000

            Time moving quicker each day
            memories so fresh they make me ache
            as they recede ... two years, three?
            When does the 'recent' (past tense)
            give way to a fixed and remote history?
            "Ah, this!", Bhagwan says.
            This moment, as those, to cup to our lips
            to cherish it all;
              the receding past,
              the current moment,
              and the promised future.
            Here, on the razor's edge,
            here I must love it all.
            And,
               if I ache for the past,
            I will love the ache
            and feel, with passion,
               that this is perfect too.
                                    gallagher
                                    12 Feb 1985

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1985-02-12

Dennis — Tue, 12 Feb 1985 08:00:00 +0000

            Letters wing their way to me,
              caresses on paper, friends in words.
            The warmth is there
              even as the weeks and months roll by.
            My mother, friend, lover,
              is imperishably and gently expressed.
            Like a hand that caresses
              or a look that tells.
            How good it is we remember...
              and how good it is
                 that 'we' survive.
                                 gallagher
                                 12 feb 85
            - upon receipt of Janice's letter.

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1985-02-13

Dennis — Wed, 13 Feb 1985 08:00:00 +0000

She works hard here in America
raising her boy between shifts.
The French songs take her back;
she lies on the floor and goes 15 years…

Paris in the summer of her 17th year.
Songs and music and magic,
passion in the air
as rich as the voices in this music.

A woman of 35 now with that same passion
lies transported with memories
and me, I can see that girl in this woman;
I feel her there and here.

She’s across those years now, away from me
but I’m glad to catch her anywhere.

gallagher
13 Feb 1985

– at Lise’s

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1985-02-13

Dennis — Wed, 13 Feb 1985 08:02:00 +0000

Lise…
The thought of her
is becoming magic.

Her eyes and skin
and spirit begin to pull at me
with an anticipation
born of love.

Smiles now burn at the thought of her
and the feeling inside
when she looks at me
is such a deep echo.

gallagher
13 Feb 1985

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1985-02-13

Dennis — Wed, 13 Feb 1985 08:03:00 +0000

Dreams Log

13 Feb 85

– sound:

“Down beneath the fungus wars the world
will be a better place someday.”

– visual:

Guinea pig with a fake rabbit’s tail attached to its
nose. It thinks its God.

– What I was doing:

Watching the guinea pig, like a child, over a barrier
in the garage.

– Emotional content:

Happy and watchful.

– Feeling upon awaking:

Silly … then connections occur to me re: Walford’s
maximum lifespan theory.

gallagher
13 Feb 85

– recollections of a dream.

1985-03-07

Dennis — Thu, 07 Mar 1985 08:00:00 +0000

            The candles burn
              on a weekday afternoon.
            Two years since I've seen this girl
              and still the same magic with her.
            We talk about being lifetime friends
              and that slow smile burns inside me
            a smile of confirmation, love and joy.
              My sister, my friend.
            The years pass and it doesn't matter
              if they go forwards or back.
            These friendships we have
              are the only enduring touchstones
            as our lives sweep us all
              to our demise.
            The candles burn ...
              a day castoff from the everyday
             a lifeboat on a sea
              of nonsense.
                                 gallagher
                                 8 mar 85

1985-03-08 3/8/85

Dennis — Fri, 08 Mar 1985 08:02:00 +0000

                                            3/8/85
                                            1:25 p.m.
                                             fri
      Dear Dennis:
           I'm enjoying the quiet solitude of your place, filled with
      nostalgia.  Quiet, peaceful reflections -- yesterday & today --
      of our continued friendship, respect and love, as loaded a word
      as it is.
           ( Earl just called.  I hesitated picking up the phone but
      thought it might be my sister.  I told him you'd be to work
      shortly.  Hope you weren't too rushed this morning.  I enjoyed
      the extra time together )
           Its funny, I got out of writing some time ago when I
      destroyed ( or tried to ) my past.  ( your poems keep my past,
      memories, photos ... I love them all )  It wasn't all Tim's
      fault.  I wasn't too proud of the way I lived my life "then".
      "Total" sacrifice to others isn't working either.  So, I'll
      keep plugging along striving for self-improvement, like
      yourself.  You're lucky to have a family that loves you so much
      and permits you to be "yourself".  My family loves me but, if my
      growth continues to go "stunted", I'd rather be alone.  Never
      did I realize my strength until last year.
           Our brief time together was truly precious.  I've never
      experienced the same kind of chemistry with anybody else.  I
      think it's because we are a lot alike.  You were my first MAN
      FRIEND.
           I hope our paths cross again one day but always we'll stay
      in touch.
           Thank you for the wonderful dinner, our fun and
      everything.  I feel rested and ready to tackle my problems.
      Face on, with a clear head is the best way!  ( 1 week now, no
      cigarettes -- no more! )!!
           Good luck with your life -- career, lovers -- everything
      you do.  You're one of the most talented people I know, so
      reach for the stars.  My star will be centered and right with
      myself.   That's what you said about me in so many words.
                                       Love always,
                                            Kathy

1985-03-11

Dennis — Mon, 11 Mar 1985 08:00:00 +0000

            She's come thru like an earthquake;
            here and gone.
            The furniture and I slightly stunned
            at the emptiness she could leave
            in so brief a time.
            A note ... some pictures, punctuate
            the two years since I saw her last.
            ... and now, we may never meet again.
            A day of reacquaintance, passion
            and parting ... it was unique.
            She does something to me;
            I ache inside when I think of her
            and I remember
            I've known the ache before,
            watching her pass in and out
            of my life.
            She could have been the one...
                 my heart whispers.
                                 gallagher
                                 11 mar 85