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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Monday, January 13, 2003
Several times a week, I walk over to the Sidney street bridge over I-55 at night. I watch the view of the Budweiser brewery as the white steam billows and escapes into the dark sky. I love this part of winter, where such a natural event extends from a man-made object. The steam seems able to escape the brick confines - the engineers know they have to let it out, or let it damage the building. I feel steam building up in me as well. I know how to let some of it out, dancing, running, writing, but I can feel a higher energy inside, from the last couple of months. i have willingly caged myself for years, told myself i didn't need to say that, didn't need to express these feelings here. I had a taste of letting more steam out the day I spoke at the peace rally. The steam hasn't been quiet since. I can feel the internal pressure and heat hoping to find a way out of my control. Only a few more months, only a few more months. oh, but look at what chances i'm missing while just sitting here! think of where i could be and what i could be doing, so many possibilities. I have things inside me, waiting, pushing, hoping. If I dont' let them out, I know they'll continue to hurt until they cause permanent damage. Let me just find a way to open my valves, to agree to the steam flowing out of me. When you do let go, it's beautiful watching the steam fly out.
3:10 PM
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