… “Polis is this?” Sometimes I get frustrated at the clicking of time, my disregard to the details, and oh, say for instance the opportunity to watch tv (gasp!) on the night there might actually be something worth watching, such as a film about Charles Olson, because, well, who really has time to read the tv listings, or other such drivel. So tonight I found out that last night I missed the Olson special on PBS and after a brief moment of fluid cursing, I decided to look up the PBS stations, on the internet, because that’s where I was, and found that it would be on again on April 24, but I’m often impatient, and know that something will rear it’s monstrous head that will keep me from watching tv on that date. But then again, sometimes, if I sit back, relax and let whatever floats about the universe to settle, I’ll find things just where they should be. Like tonight. Polis is This: Charles Olson and the Persistence of Place.
Funny, I watched my first show on PBS in years the other night. I’d forgotten how much weight nature shows put on footage and so little on script. Bah.
I do watch hockey though. That’s it.
Yeah, I’ve not watched PBS much in the past 10 years, so am glad for the online stuff.
Hockey is a world unto its own.
On another note, I also really adore John Malkovich’s reading voice. Sigh.