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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Wednesday, May 07, 2003
This morning, I sat in my car under the rain.
The water collected on the windshield
and turned the world into Monet and Debussy,
streaked, blotted, and blurry.
The water falls from such a height,
(those clouds covering every part of our sky
like a unibrow, so that there really is only one cloud)
falls onto my car with only a slight sound
as if it doesn't want to intrude on my thoughts
and yet couldn't help bumping into my car.
The drops splatter and spread, pool and slide
down my windshield, riding each other's streams.
i sat wanting to run my fingers along the windshield,
underneath the streaking water, sat and watched,
enjoying the unorganization of nature,
enjoying the rain and windshield being themselves
pulling acceptance and love out of myself
for the world as it exists,
all that love out of me as if it were always there
just waiting to fall out, like the rain.
12:15 PM
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