| 1/26/2005 11:14:00 PM |
[ busy, busy, busy ]
my favorite poets are the ones who skip words every once in a while,
who pause between verses or paragraphs or brushstrokes or dance-steps
to take a sip of something warm and sweet
they're the ones who must always grin and begin again
because the final draft is never as warm and sweet as what they're drinking
or as clear and colorful as their imagination
they're the ones who say,
"life is a cool brick patio where light and shadow are always changing places,
where the lemonade is always perfect and the neighbor's music is climbing over
the fence to ask for a cup of flour."
they're the ones who say,
"yesterday, when i was younger and the moon was my close personal friend
instead of a far-away rock, i put on my cape and my racoon hat, and i yelled
'abracadabra' at the top of my lungs."
they're the ones who say... nothing. when there's nothing to be said
or, at least, let their eyes do the talking for a while.
they're the ones who trail off into themselves--
the ones you have to chase after to hear the rest of what they say.
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| 1/04/2005 11:31:00 PM |
[ the spiral path ]
este anyo...
- I will not be allergic to mystery.
- I will write things never written.
- I will fear nothing.
- I will double meanings into existence.
- I will ask questions like I'm made of them.
- I will open my mind a little more every day.
- I will not live in the past.
- I will not live in the future.
- I will make medicine.
- I will listen.
- I will learn to tell stories.
- I will let my imagination run wild...er.
- I will try to jump high enough to slam dunk.
- I will put feathers in my hats.
- I will slip when things are wet.
- I will be mellow quite rightly.
- I will leap while I look.
- I will figure more out.
- I will not give in, up, or off.
- I will sing... even if it's only quietly.
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| 1/03/2005 02:05:00 AM |
[ strangely strained but simply sifted ]
wheee, happy new year! things are quite weird, quite weird over here in the land of no resolution. it's not holiday life, that's for sure. but i did see the life aquatic! which rocks my sparkly fish socks off! hehe... it was just chaotic enough, which is something i've been thinking about lately.
it seems like chaos... true unpredictability... is something... juicy. and all the applications and two-week per year vacations and 40 hour work weeks can't help at all on that one. in fact, they screw it up pretty damn well. and you've gotta break out of that, into the realm of unpredictability, if you wanna have fun. vonnegut said something about peculiar travel suggestions being dancing lessons from god. but it's not only that. sometimes you have to take the lead and ask god to dance. you've gotta compliment his make-up as well as her tie and charm the goof into... shakin' it. you have to be the peculiar travel suggester... in both ways! |
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