with Elio Ambrosino
(photo by Kate Winslow)
alex gildzen
woke at 3:30. room was cold. furnace man not coming til next week. I turnd over. then it hit me. what day it is. my stomach did a somersault. I had that almost giddy feeling that precedes an anxiety attack.
then my mind began what minds do. a cascade of unrelated images. & my body felt off. a precursor of fear.
for reasons I don't know I began to focus on a single image. the antique ice tongs Mom bought me at a garage sale. they hang above the door in the guest room. a piece of perfect sculpture. I wasn't awake enuf to make sense of that image but something abt it was calming & I fell back asleep.
I woke again a few minutes after 5. my usual time. I got up & did my exercises. now I'll dress & go on my walk.
I was first in touch with Jim some 20 years ago. I'd discoverd Karl Tierney online. Jim was his literary executor. we began writing to each other & he sent me the manuscript of Tierney's collectd poems which he'd editd. every poet deserves an executor like Jim who guided the book into print.
abt a year later I visitd Jim for a week in Philadelphia. that's when I discoverd just what a fabulous person he was. & our connections with such poets as James Broughton & Robert Peters.
Jim participated in my piece "Tie One On" (2010) & I blurbd his book No Brainer Variations (2011). we're both talking heads in the documentary "Big Joy."
he was my last out of town guest at my Santa Fe house. we talkd poetry & music & art. he had a special interest in Cleveland artists -- which always surprisd me.
our last texts were 2 months ago.