As of April 16th, 2008 all I knew for certain was that I could provide no one with any information about my health with any certainty. Oddly, living under the perpetual cloud of one step forward, one step back was not only familiar but oddly comforting for me. It was, after all, the one truism that I knew to be absolutely true, namely that everything good goes bad, everything alive dies and everything gained will be lost.
Originally posted 2009-04-24 06:55:35 -0500,
It was, after all, the one truism that I knew to be absolutely true, namely that everything good goes bad, everything alive dies and everything gained will be lost.
Somehow we moved from my clinical trial to my first real successful HIV treatment regimen with a few stops along the way. I said I'd pick up exactly where I left off last week, so here we go...
When I was an undergrad, I took a poetry course focusing on the Black Mountain poets, especially the four most famous ones (Charles Olson, Robert Duncan, Robert Creeley and Ed Dorn). It had to have been one of the most challenging and difficult and ultimately rewarding of my classes that semester, as I eventually took three more classes taught by the same prof in the same general vicinity of contemporary poetry.