Jude Genereaux | Who Knows Where The Time Goes?

22 04 2014

Time. Time seems to have always been an issue for Norb and I. Because we met in the later years of life, because it moves too fast, because there never seemed to be enough it to get done all the writing, all the travels, daily tasks, errands and still have hours for friends & family and each other. All that stopped last year. One year already … April 23rd. 2013 … the man left this earth. In April. The month of re-birth. Renewal.

And time stopped. The finality of death, especially someone’s who was so vibrant, alive and OUT there! as Norbert Blei, stopped everything for this woman. The sobering gong of GONE continues to ring, even as we-who-loved-him anxiously seek out one more thing we can do for him, to keep him alive in our days and efforts, and to honor his memory and his life’s work.

Planning his Memorial kept us going through June. Then came efforts to move the Coop to the ‘Write ON! Center’ in Juddville; friends created a Scholarship at Gibraltar High in his name, others changed an Award designation at the Council of Wisconsin Writers to commemorate Norb’s work. Fellow classmates from The Clearing began work mid-winter on a compilation of essays he’d sent out the call for, in honor of The Clearing – and Norb as teacher. Essays, articles, books and poems have been written and dedicated to him.

Just this past month, the saddest task came, emptying our beloved home on Europe Lake Road of 46 years of life & memory that lived within those walls.


How do we find yet one more event, word, task we can do for him? Have we accomplished every effort envisioned? For a man as dedicated to the art of writing and teaching as Norb? Not hardly. His influence and love continue, his voice rings in our ears urging us to “Get it down”, capture the moment, and “Send it out there!” I hear his voice assuring me that “Someone out there desperately needs to hear what you have to say”. For me, the writer I most needed to hear, was Norbert Blei.

Now comes April again, with all its promise of rebirth and blooming … how can anyone leave this earth so abundant, in April? Our tulips, crocuses, daffodils & narcissus push their way to the sun in front of the old house – with neither of us there to oogle there arrival.

What remains is the spirit he continues to urge forth in new shoots of writing, words that spring to the page, his encouragement echoes. It’s what he told us to do. Write it down.


Learning Curve

“There ain’t no cure for Love”
~ Leonard Cohen

How do we mourn our shadow?
my echo, the skin on my shoulder where
…….he was always present,
…….together or apart.
…….He was “there”.
Still is. ~ Jude Genereaux




9 responses

22 04 2014
Marty Robinson

A Prayer in Spring

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.
Robert Frost

22 04 2014

Thanks, Klaus, Gary

23 04 2014

Thank you Jude and Klaus for the thoughts on Norb. I can hardly believe it’s been a year; time does go quickly when we are older. All the woulda, coulda, shoulda that didn’t come to fruition and seem hollow now. I am grateful for the knowing of this wonderful, supportive and sexy man and I miss him too.

23 04 2014
Jeffrey Winke

Thanks Jude… if I were a betting man, I would have laid serious odds that a year hadn’t passed. Norb is still strong in me and it feels like he’s been gone for only a few months. 😦

23 04 2014
Al Degenova

Thank you for the post. A year already, oh my.

23 04 2014

”If I shall exist eternally, how shall I exist tomorrow?”

Franz Kafka (1883-1924)

23 04 2014

Dearest Jude, How could one long year fly by so fast! Especially when the pain– especially yours and Norb’kids’ is still so raw. Only one positive about this — that when it is still this intense, it means he is right there for you, with you, loving you and, by the way, so proud of your book that you wrote so beautifully, with such high passion and high class! So — to answer your “What next?” — do what he wanted, what made him so happy 1. Write. Make time for work you don’t hone, don’t perfect — so you grow, extend your voice, your vision — andTHEN WRITE! Write the best you can write! 2. The hardest thing — get it out there! Share your gift. 3. Be happy. I mean this — if you weren’t, if you were to suffer, be miserable and lonely, he would be appalled.
Big love, Big hug, Bobbie

24 04 2014
Pete Thelen

i miss the dude. thanks jude.

27 04 2014

I only got the chance to know Norbert through his blog … he introduced me to poems I’d never heard of, taught me things about poetry … he’s been missed. I cannot believe it has been a year.

Wherever the road take you … may your many happy memories sustain you and give you strength.

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