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I.
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
-- W.S. Merwin
II.
give me all your loving - sunforest
III.
They dream about themselves.
They dream of dreams about themselves.
They dream they dream of dreams about themselves.
Splash them with twilight like a wet bat.
Unbind the dreamers.
Poet,
Be like God.
-- Jack Spicer
IV.
I am learning to live and love in degrees instead of all or nothing because I must learn to keep some things for myself. I am starting to breath and think in terms of TS Eliot and of Wastelands. I want someone to write Datta, Dayadhvam, Damyata on my bathroom mirror, scream it into the phone, send me postcards of Da Da Da. I want someone to shake my shoulders and say, I know, I know, I know!
V.
The winter solstice is in three days and I am going to have a bonfire and dance barefeet in the grass. I love that it is the middle of December and I am still running outside in my undies and no shoes. I am going to sit on the roof and drink red wine and learn the stars by heart and be able to point and say, "there, that is the second star to the right and we shall go straight on till morning."
VI.
For Christmas, I bought Momma a white gold necklace, Daddy good red wine, Kimmy three books and toys. I bought Lisa a grey and green striped sweater, Amy a knit green purse that I want to keep for myself. I have not gotten anything for anyone at school yet, but I think that can wait until January. Oh! I'm going to see the Cirque du Soleil in January, and going to the High Museum to see art from the Louvre, I hope it is nicer than the Art History Lady at the Birmingham Museum. I know more about techniques and frames and the Virgin Mary than I ever intended. But there is this Christmas ornament of me dressed as Mary from preschool at First Baptist, I will have to scan it. I am pouting next to a Cabbage Patch Doll Jesus. I am starting to resent Christmas and the holidays because it is all starting to feel so superficial and fake. I used to love wrapping presents with Momma in her room but this year I wrapped them all by myself since Momma has been so busy with work. I also used to love decorating the house and making fires and drinking cocoa but they decorated while I was at school and I haven't been feeling like fire-nose-time just yet.
VII.
Be like the bird,
Who halting in his flight
On limb too slight,
Feels it give way beneath him, yet sings
Knowing he has wings.
Victor Hugo
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
-- W.S. Merwin
II.
give me all your loving - sunforest
III.
They dream about themselves.
They dream of dreams about themselves.
They dream they dream of dreams about themselves.
Splash them with twilight like a wet bat.
Unbind the dreamers.
Poet,
Be like God.
-- Jack Spicer
IV.
I am learning to live and love in degrees instead of all or nothing because I must learn to keep some things for myself. I am starting to breath and think in terms of TS Eliot and of Wastelands. I want someone to write Datta, Dayadhvam, Damyata on my bathroom mirror, scream it into the phone, send me postcards of Da Da Da. I want someone to shake my shoulders and say, I know, I know, I know!
V.
The winter solstice is in three days and I am going to have a bonfire and dance barefeet in the grass. I love that it is the middle of December and I am still running outside in my undies and no shoes. I am going to sit on the roof and drink red wine and learn the stars by heart and be able to point and say, "there, that is the second star to the right and we shall go straight on till morning."
VI.
For Christmas, I bought Momma a white gold necklace, Daddy good red wine, Kimmy three books and toys. I bought Lisa a grey and green striped sweater, Amy a knit green purse that I want to keep for myself. I have not gotten anything for anyone at school yet, but I think that can wait until January. Oh! I'm going to see the Cirque du Soleil in January, and going to the High Museum to see art from the Louvre, I hope it is nicer than the Art History Lady at the Birmingham Museum. I know more about techniques and frames and the Virgin Mary than I ever intended. But there is this Christmas ornament of me dressed as Mary from preschool at First Baptist, I will have to scan it. I am pouting next to a Cabbage Patch Doll Jesus. I am starting to resent Christmas and the holidays because it is all starting to feel so superficial and fake. I used to love wrapping presents with Momma in her room but this year I wrapped them all by myself since Momma has been so busy with work. I also used to love decorating the house and making fires and drinking cocoa but they decorated while I was at school and I haven't been feeling like fire-nose-time just yet.
VII.
Be like the bird,
Who halting in his flight
On limb too slight,
Feels it give way beneath him, yet sings
Knowing he has wings.
Victor Hugo