"To tell the truth, I do not know this thing called 'mind.'""The mind is just there. It is like the wind. You simply feel its movements." --Haruki Murakami
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Sunday, December 27, 2009

xanga, you have served me well

but i'm considering parting ways...


Monday, December 21, 2009

end of the year, and a little wistful



Sunday, October 11, 2009

.songs i most frequently listened to this week.

big country - "just a shadow"
interpol - "a time to be small"
joy division - "disorder"
arvo part - "tabula rasa"
bjork - "hyperballad" and  "pluto" mix
shakira - "loba"

random note about big country:

this just a band that makes me well up inside...no pretension in their atmospheric, earthy, bigger-than-life tunes.  they bring the broad scottish landscape to me.

i came across big country years ago at a record store, which was playing "in a big country." 


Saturday, October 10, 2009

glorious sunset

reset.

wine at sunset.

"a time to be small" - interpol (forgot how much i love this song)

We saw you from the urchins's side, from under the boat
We saw you making knots, we saw you get the rope
The boy appearing on the deck and making it lurch
And the bubble of your interest ready to burst

He whistles and he runs

We saw you in distraction: a sleeping, slow despair
Rehearsing interaction, he wasn't even there
A creature is a creature, Though you wish you were the wind
The boat will not stop moving if you tie him up until the end

He whistles and he runs so hold him fast
Breathe the burn, you want to let it last
He might succumb to what you haven't seen
He has a keen eye for what you used to be

When the cadaverous mob
Saves its doors for the dead men
You cannot leave


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Homegrown
By Steve Porter
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a string ssssing

from insomniac to narcoleptic to insomniac, i've shifted my night hours constantly, sleeping inconstantly.

now i'm exhausted, submitting myself to some pushy, urging agency that prods me forward, wherever that maybe.  is it something in me that makes me sit longer, think longer, stay entrenched? 

the starts and stops of an undecisive mind, unsensing of physical locomotion, paralyzes.  the body nevertheless moves.

i am retrogressing, someone tells me, while everyone else goes in the reverse.  i sigh.  i wish.



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