my bones are a fist; we are wet

Jul 30, 2008 07:37

The heat clings and everything seems to sweat, from the plants growing up the side of our neighbor's shed to the spiders leaving silken trip wires across the car port. Often my back is too saturated for me to allow his touch, but my legs are predictably shameless and they want to stretch free from the hemlines of my knee-length skirts and cotton ( Read more... )

him, summer, love, beauty, tennessee

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flourishing July 30 2008, 13:05:20 UTC
I think this is a brilliant description of lust, love, Summer - Living.

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onyourcrossword July 30 2008, 15:42:53 UTC
This is beautifully written, really. I know the feeling. Oh, those summer days.

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sharkcartilage July 30 2008, 18:40:25 UTC
My hair has always been a waving red flag for all of my volcanic eruptions of Living, for my bones built like fists, but here my hair keeps it's own light. I am Medusa, we are gold.
Wow. So beautiful.

There are so many things, big and small, that I am dizzy with it all. Dancing and dizzy, all legs.
Amen, amen. What a wonderful world.

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cincinnatus July 31 2008, 00:23:24 UTC
I am a summery clam. I sit in my calcium armor of air-conditioning and the world goes about its business. I occasionally open and shut my little hinge thing like so :MAW MAW MAW:. That's when it's time to eat, oftentimes a sandwich. Occasionally the tides take me to a spout of some kind, sometimes of healthy airy bubbles and sometimes of noxious sulfurous jets. In my little air-conditioned cell I read books and check my e-mail. When caught in the jets, things happen. Sometimes they're pretty good. Othertimes, they're pretty crap.

Pretty soon I will be retrieved from my calcified cubbyhole and eaten by the seagull of academia.

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ofbones July 31 2008, 12:00:10 UTC
What books are you reading?

And by academia seagulls, do you mean that you are going for your masters or that you're going to be working as a professor?

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cincinnatus July 31 2008, 14:46:05 UTC
I've read a lot of books this summer. If you're asking me, "what am I reading right now", the answer is I'm reading "The Prince" again, but I'll be done with it soon and on to Hobsbawm's "Age of Revolution", and I just started C. Wright Mills' "The Sociological Imagination". In general, I've been taking care of history business, and also reading a lot of Philip K. Dick (very highly recommended), and miscellaneous stuff.

I am going for my masters, I'll be moving to New York pretty soon to that effect. It is in order to be a professor that I'm doing so. I guess then I'll be the seagull, and I guess that's where my poor clammy metaphor breaks down : (.

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ofbones August 3 2008, 15:47:35 UTC
If it's any consolation, Peter, I'll always think of you as a clam.

What school are you going to in New York?

I don't actually read as much as people seem to think that I do, but I always have good intentions, thus my Wish List on Amazon.com is long and there are consistently overdue fines from the local library.

Right now I'm reading about American Indian mythology.

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barkdust July 31 2008, 02:04:33 UTC
This is the perfect description of that lush, full summer heat. Thank you.

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