Jun 12, 2011 16:17
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Hung out with Grandma for several hours, Sunday morning. She repeatedly said “I don’t know what you’re here for but it’s something. It’s meant to be.” She told me many stories of “the old days.” She called 25 year old men “little kids” because she is eighty. How nice it must be to be able to turn people young just by being so old. I think that we need more tortoises milling about these streets. People should be reminded more often to relax and be young, even here in this semi-tropical hell.
I have been studying up on Crazy Horse as a friend gave me an assignment of writing some type of story or poem or essay about him. I do not know what I am meant to write but I will just continue to read the books I have acquired on his life as I live my own weirdness out. Let those two situations meet at the diner and have babies while I sleep. At night.
I have been dallying with romantic angles. Kind of like spinning around in a field asking dancers to meet me “in the middle.” I keep thinking of Andrew Kenower and trying to be stronger in a new way. This is going to be our big year. I can feel it.