knowing & writing through overload

I know now (how does one know?) (who knows?) (the shadow knows?) (a little gnosis is a dangerous thing) that my no-blogging of late is strictly a matter of being incredibly busy, with pressured kind of work and concerns (like — where will I be, where will Chax Press be, in two to four months — can I keep chax going in a space that might cost six or seven times what we now pay in rent, will artists here in Tucson continue to lose warehouse spaces on what seems like a monthly basis), so that I've just been overexhausted to the point of feeling utterly gone; although today I thought that maybe part of my tiredness has to do with the fact that I need new glasses, i.e. eye strain plays a role. Then I see my friend Frank Parker, who has Stage 4 liver cancer and is going through chemo treatments, yet he always looks happy, is as gregarious & generous as ever, and I think I had just better get to work.