July 2009
6 posts
“Today time gave up and went back to bed”
– Notebook, Summer 08
“Everything the kids do, they do to convince themselves they can make something...”
– Notebook, Spring 09
because my eyes were never big enough to see you
I dislike the term unfocused but it naturally comes to mind today. The problem is I am focused on other things, not work or chores or the myriad bullits on my daily ‘to do’ list. I am focused, instead, on trying to evoke precise faces and phrases of people I knew 10-15 years ago. It’s an exercise I enjoy on cold days and when I’m alone for long periods. Yet despite the pleasure, it is a galling...
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Today, again, I am completely unable to accomplish simple and pressing tasks. I just want to turn up the hot water in the shower until I can’t stand it. For some reason I get my best thoughts in the shower. I think it’s because I’m always discovering some faded bruise or puckered bit of skin or something that must have been there for awhile but I didn’t notice while in clothes. Then I start...
maybe you know
I feel just like Mayfield’s “Move On Up” today. Bongos with more horsepower than a lamborghini, high notes that take you all the way there and the horns. Man, the horns. If you know me, you gotta know I go apeshit for horns. A good horn section will have me writhing on the living room floor in front of the stereo or dancing around the kitchen bruising my hips on the counter edge, the stove,...
necromantic escapism
There must be a musty hot attic, somewhere, that I can hide in with a stack of books and choice periodicals, dozing through the hours. Convince some poor kid who lives in the house that I am a ghost who likes to eat food for the hell of it, voraciously. Scream boo after each delivery of oreos and baloney filched tremblingly from the kitchen three floors below. Better not tell your parents,...
