we put our feet just where they had, had to go

this song soundtracked today
and i’m really liking these guys
and also (via peter) these other guys

monday list

1. tacqueria
2. jo-ha-kyu
3. alex dupuis
4. todd winkler
5. draft over
6. root vegetable
7. videodrome
8. patient information
9. favorite paper
10. field of flowers

primal

he asked,
does the moon always show up in your plays?

and i thought, then answered,
no, not really, just those two

early dinner,
early goodbye,
and now i’m drifting through journals of astronauts

tonight in providence

it’s things like
gourd-based digital controllers
and
turnips

obama, why?

“…the guys took away her guitar, so she had to sing only to the drums. it worked fine though.”

hey, maybe you would be interested in this?

monday list

1. run-on sentences
2. $14.50 per glass
3. black coffee
4. seven observations
5. charles harper
6. james joyce
7. split system
8. back porch
9. sound portrait
10. the red fez

what birds plunge through is not the intimate space

What birds plunge through is not the intimate space
in which you see all forms intensified.
(Out in the Open, you would be denied
your self, would disappear into that vastness.)

Space reaches from us and construes the world:
to know a tree, in its true element,
throw inner space around it, from that pure
abundance in you. Surround it with restraint.
It has no limits. Not till it is held
in your renouncing is it truly there.

rainer maria rilke
translated by stephen mitchell