We Looked Like Giants

a cool breeze

blinking stop lights

in the middle of the slick black

street with the specter haunting

America. And with the kindly voice of

old reason by our sides

there was the swift swishing

of adventuresome walks in the

perfect, lovely, splendid night.

The sea-rustling of the

wind above and through

the trees- oh, the sweet salty sound

of the muse far off.

Stained sidewalks

and naked shrubs

as our feet fall in lovely silence

through puddles and asphalt

of sidestreets.

There are moments when

kissing the entire earth

is the most appealing idea

I have ever had.

Sailing Through

Hello.
I suppose it would be beneficial
to be festive, in the spirit
of turkey-eating, parades with
big floats, dog shows full of ugly mop-dogs,
and football. And family and eating.


It's a horrible holiday, in theory:
people cook. People eat.
People watch sports.


Oh, but it is so much more,
I think.
It is one of my favorites.


For I guess we must all grapple
with what we are thankful for
at this time.


Plus, I really love to cook,
so it's an added bonus.


And I guess I really enjoy seeing
my family. And eating lots of food with them.
And making fun of ugly dogs with them.
We have a good time.


So I guess you ought to decide
what you're thankful for,
it is a good thing to 
evaluate the good in our lives.
It makes us appreciate what we have
and who we are.


So I am thankful for my friends.
For my health
and for a wonderful year
I think. 
I am thankful for the good people
and the good times, and for wonderful
relationships with fantastic people.


So yes.
Eat. Drink. And be very merry.
For we can only eat so much a few times
a year. ;D

I Have Been Floated

This week was weird.
Is weird.
Will continue being weird.
And as I have nothing
to say, neither insightful 
nor in any way interesting,
take these beautiful lyrics
instead. 


"And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me, me"


"Now how I remember you
How I would push my fingers through
Your mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet
Now we keep where we don't know
All secrets sleep in winter clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now he don't even know his name"


---


"Two-headed boy
Put on Sunday shoes
And dance round the room to accordion keys
With the needle that sings in your heart
Catching signals that sound in the dark
Catching signals that sound in the dark
We will take off our clothes
And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside
Now your eyes ain't moving now
They just lay there in their climb"




All these are by Jeff Magnum.
He's pretty swell.

Electronic Renaissance

The weather.
This season.
A transition into winter,
oh it is so grey outside.
It is sad outside
and I am sad inside because.
This is wintertime for me.
It is blue and I cannot help
but feel useless and miserable
on the worst days.


It is ugly and makes people
feel bad, and I know there 
are many of these types,
whom cannot fathom the weather's
temperament. I feel you, I understand
how this works. 


This sort of day
instills the feelings
of nothingness,
a plasmatic form drifting
in a heavy air,
without a real body
and losing a mind.


All I want is to lie in bed
and do nothing with my life.
I fear if I lie down
I will not be able to bring myself
to get up and attempt life.
But my life feels useless too.
What have I done?


What have any of us done
to make anything?
To create something
even slightly new?
Some of us
have done things.


Some of us have not.
And it kills to me to know,
I've done nothing.


And in reading "On the Road"
I feel even more stationary.
A stick in the mud...
I want to be with those who


burn burn burn
with madness.


Where are these falling stars?
Screeching as they drop to earth
on fire? To light the long winding highways
of America?


Oh, the mad ones.
Filled with passion,
the power to go.
The power to create and live
a life, while naive,
that is wonderful. 


Instead I drive in the six o'clock dark
and stare at church steeples and 
crumbling buildings in a town
I don't want to sink into.


I need a Neil Cassady.
A passionate catalyst to 
spark something in me to
create something worthwhile and new.


I don't want to fall into a winter funk.


I can't think.
I cannot operate.

Oh Comely

Because it's so wonderful

to feel terrified and helpless

there in front of him.

To come to realizations

that break you so quickly

and jaggedly

as you listen through

that one album.

The Gate

Goodness me, I've forgotten so many!


I exist as I am, that is enough
-Walt Whitman


So I love you because I know no other way
-Pablo Neruda


Our best yesterdays are now foul crumpled piles of names
-Vladimir Nabokov


So much of adolescence is an ill-defined dying, an intolerable waiting, a longing for another place and time, another condition
-Theodore Roethke


By daily dying I have come to be
-Theodore Roethke


I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow
-Theodore Roethke


I love sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?
-Ernest Hemingway


Perhaps this will be all for now.
I'd add a Ginsberg quote if I could,
but they are all to damn good and too damn long
to put here. 


Also, check out "Words Made Flesh",
it's a site full of literary tattoos,
they are all very lovely.

Take Your Carriage Clock and Shove It

I'm feeling very quote-y right now,

and would like to vent this.

So, quotes:

I imagine that yes is the only living thing.

e. e. cummings

I sort of want this tattooed upon me,

it is one of my favorites. 

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea. 

Honore de Balzac

We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came. 

-JFK

To destroy is always the first step in any creation.

e. e. cummings

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am

-Sylvia Plath

You might as well live

-Dorothy Parker

It goes on

-an excerpted Robrt Frost quote

I enjoy this bit especially, it is so powerful. Saw it as a tattoo.

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

-ee cummings

and my very favorite,

for whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea

-ee cummings

(The beginning picture is a quote from Albert Camus)