talking of Michaelangelo.
Saturday, November 26, 2016
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once upon a december // 9:37 pm
It's cold enough to feel like a December day today.
Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know,
Things it yearns to remember...
Friday, November 25, 2016
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stuffy // 8:46 pm
I feel stuffed up with life and stuffed up with a whole bunch of other chaff. It's Friday but I've long expired and need a holiday from myself and all the fake around me.
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
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// 11:08 pm
Vanished! Poof! Into thin air!
Friday, November 18, 2016
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For a Boy by the Shore // 7:52 am
Do you hear it?
You stand by the line
Feel the slings and arrows of time
Your castle caving into
itself
But time, it can
Tie you to your self or free
You from the tea that's hard to swallow
Wear your nothing as everything and everything
as just nothing as time is and is not
The old new sun beats upon the ebbs which
Take you too but you can be one
with all of it or wade away,
The mermaids may not sing to you
but do you hear the birds?
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
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what do you do? // 7:29 pm
What do you do when someone you love tells you again and again that they just want to die and be rid of this world? What do you do when they tell you again and again that life is not worth living, that it's all meaningless and amounts to nothing and we should just go and leave? What do you do? What do you do?
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Yeats head // 2:29 pm
A Crazed Girl
That crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling she knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and
she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, ‘O sea-starved, hungry sea.’
W.B. Yeats
These days I have Janáček and Dvořák ear worms.
Can't wait to be in the beautiful Bohemia that inspired their music!
Wednesday, November 09, 2016
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on: what our world is coming to // 10:06 pm
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Thanks, Yeats. Couldn't have said it better myself.
Tuesday, November 08, 2016
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I'm alright. // 10:03 am
So, we're arriving to this time that you had always thought was The Time. The time when everything is supposed to come together, when everything is "supposed" to be good and perfect and normal.
I think I'm alright. I feel the undercurrents of unsteadiness and see the vast unknown all over me opening out and out and unfurling like long long infinite strands of dusty intangible string. (Though who can really say they can imagine the infinite anyway.) Reaching to abysses out and out. But I feel alright.
There's a mirror in the shower room. I looked at my naked self for the first time in a long time in the mirror today. I
really looked. The shape of my body is good and it is fine and I feel good in my skin. And I feel like it is good for me to think so.
I'm alright. I will be alright going into this age. This... Time. It can be good, and I can make it good.
Monday, November 07, 2016
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this strange word, "exist" // 7:47 am
"...and if I was a fool enough to try and tell anybody about it they'd say, Idiot, you just had a nightmare; things as crazy as a big machine room down in the bowels of a dam where people get cut up by robot workers don't exist.
But if they don't exist, how can a man see them?"
from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
Friday, November 04, 2016
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thoughts on chicken // 9:15 am
Oh! How I wish I could record smell. The smell of roast chicken makes me want to crawl into the oven with them and live in the smell.
It was so good to see an old friend. A night of old friends with the past and future all written before and after us and the smell of chicken and potatoes and bacon everywhere and everywhere.
It is good to know she is in the world. Selfishly, it is good to know she is in my world too.
Thursday, November 03, 2016
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in the night // 10:35 pm
some infinite cold inside me
We don't just walk off into some happily ever after sunset, you know. We walk into more and more sunrises and maybe it's what we do with them that will make all the difference.
I shouldn't let dark seep into my like ink in a pool and let it ruin my night.
You can choose, you know, you can always choose.
Wednesday, November 02, 2016
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// 9:26 pm
