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so this week's been cold but okay and really all i can say is that i've picked up finnegan's wake again - my heart skips a beat at that opening non.sentance - and you know the trick to that book is reading it out loud - but shhhh don't let a little girl tell you one of the greatest literary secrets of all time .!. hehe. oh joyce and i - i like to think we'd be dear companions if history had permitted it.
the great news is that i'm taking a full afternoon of contemporary/modern dance, including wes veldink who writes poetry and says to dance with every cell in your body.
beyond that, i've been writing elsewhere, feeling like pattimayo's maybe had her run in this little land of livejournal. not saying anything yet, just feeling a little too much like poetry and painting these days, sometimes we need fresh pages and cavases. but please if i'm ever published, read me. i'm trying hard to become that as well as so many things -
i used to dream i'd write philosophy essays that would stun the world
and be at the center of something radical.
i still believe those things most days too.
i have this dream where i'm
chasing daffodils
sweet yellow enrapture
lost in sweet dew and song
i have this dream where i'm
chasing daffodils
swirls of sun and summer plaid
lost in the labrynth of petals and stalk
and your voice in the leaves
splitting roots and blooming fruit
i have this dream where i''m
chasing daffodils
summer setting sun into
an autumn of ashes
your voice
splitting wood and burning soft
into the the stillness of
winter twilight
twilight
the great news is that i'm taking a full afternoon of contemporary/modern dance, including wes veldink who writes poetry and says to dance with every cell in your body.
beyond that, i've been writing elsewhere, feeling like pattimayo's maybe had her run in this little land of livejournal. not saying anything yet, just feeling a little too much like poetry and painting these days, sometimes we need fresh pages and cavases. but please if i'm ever published, read me. i'm trying hard to become that as well as so many things -
i used to dream i'd write philosophy essays that would stun the world
and be at the center of something radical.
i still believe those things most days too.
i have this dream where i'm
chasing daffodils
sweet yellow enrapture
lost in sweet dew and song
i have this dream where i'm
chasing daffodils
swirls of sun and summer plaid
lost in the labrynth of petals and stalk
and your voice in the leaves
splitting roots and blooming fruit
i have this dream where i''m
chasing daffodils
summer setting sun into
an autumn of ashes
your voice
splitting wood and burning soft
into the the stillness of
winter twilight
twilight