driving home
...
and how my perceptions were tuned to identify memories unremembered..
words (and sounds) that enhance:
- autumn (the whispers of falling leaves)
- any word narrated by the piano. (especially those spoken in crescendo and fermata)
- the words(and laughs) cried from crashing waves.
- any words whispered by trees (ones i've heard: fly. takeitin. yes. no. trust. speak. cry. dance. sing. love. love. love.)
- the words(sighs|prays|yearns|wishes) that float upward in silence in Shrines.
...
finding titles for the sections in my brain i've somehow gathered, organized and built over the last 3 years..
titles i would use if i needed to entitle something:
- The Life of The June Bug
- Ivy Crawl|Brick Wall
- The Profundity of Snow
- Take It and Fly
- What It Means To Be An Only
- Taking It In: And Other How-tos
- What Happened When I Abused Sleep
- Spilling Beans
- And Then There Was Now
- Learning What it Means to be (this) Human
...
things that ease the shakes or why breathing becomes easy..
a (short) list of things that make me so happy:
. when things begin with "and"
. korean bbq
. last night when i played the piano with the lights out.
. words!
. thesaurus
. revelations.
. museums.
...
the problem with waiting for the future..
so i realized something very important today.
a revelation i suppose.
if i wait for the future to happen it never will. because when it gets here i will be waiting for something else. in the future. so, what i would be waiting for i would never experience. so, now is very important. etc. etc. etc. does this make sense? it makes so much sense to me.
...
things i might ask..
choosing to live inside art:
Something by Rodin. maybe a dancer by Degas. or a birch in Klimt's Birch forest. or! a girl in Renoir's Two Girls at the Piano...
where i'd go first if i could fly:
A cloud. i'd love to see the birth of rain.
(where i'd go second:
as close to stars as i can get. maybe even further.
where i'd go third:
next to birds. "how do you make the most of this power?"
Say anything.
for the first time in my life i am accepting these shoes.
when i can feel the draw of time:
too often.
what soothes it:
dreams. words. faces. and arms. Faith. Tablets.
...
why breathing becomes easy..
things that give me hope:
. seeing people in museums.
. that the stars come out at night.
. words.
. your existence.
. that this ends and whatever is next blows this out of the water.
. the finger print i found in the Getty.
. Eternal Sunshine.
. Joy.
. faces.
. arms.
. might: power and possibility
....
to: ava because i've never had such an incredible time at a museum. "you:GOYA! me:what?! you:GOYA! me:what? you:Goya! they have GOYA!
me:GOYA?!"
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