words, words, words
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If I begin to detail myself here, will you understand?
P. I am me
Q. I don't always know exactly who that is
R. I am Quaker
S. I like words and playing with them
T. I like genmaicha tea
U. I like the word napkin more than most others
V. I spend time walking my neighborhood
W. I cook rice often
X. I sleep well most every night
Y. I eat large amounts of fruit and vegetables
Z. I munch, sleep, write, create, cook, bike, watch, walk, listen, hope, learn, drink, live, breathe, touch, know, question, taste, copy, read, stare, carry, talk, dance, finger, try.
raisin@gmail.com
albums:
Magnetic Fields: 69 Love Songs
Erasure: I Say, I Say, I Say
Depeche Mode: Black Celebration
The Beach Boys: Pet Sounds
Marvin Gaye: What's Going On?
David Bowie: Hunky Dory
George Michael: Listen without Prejudice
George Gershwin: Porgy and Bess
Yo La Tengo: And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out
songs:
Wild is the Wind: Nina Simone
Come Undone: Duran Duran
Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini: Rachmaninov
My Funny Valentine: Chet Baker
Feeling Yourself Disintegrate: The Flaming Lips
This Must Be the Place: The Talking Heads
Hyperballad: Bjork
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Thursday, October 10, 2002
The clouds and fall weather,
songs of death and life,
of peace and life
so sweet and calm over me
running through the sky over me,
in my head, dulling the bright sun
displaying their own way,
their blues and purples,
greys whites and pinks,
pulled edges, flawed roundness,
seeming weight and metamorphoses,
pull tears from me like doctors
pulled blood from the sick
to remove their ill tempers
and cleanse what blood remained.
my insides burn without consuming,
churn as if they hold the string of a kite
waving in the sky, colored against that sky.
Perhaps I am seeing what I shouldn't,
walking on ground I should hallow.
10:08 PM
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