: listen to the same two songs over and over (Maria Taylor with Andy LeMaster: “Time Lapse Lifeline”, “Tell Me”). But not on repeat. Like a fear of commitment I hit the backtrack button every six minutes. Seize the day with A., soup curry Sunday, the restaurant like a fever dream where everyone you know is there, under bright light, speaking softly. Vicky, Christina, Barcelona. The sun blooms against silver and wet ice. Then, in the space of 30 minutes a blizzard sideswipes our valley town. My concrete is slippery. A black dash across the street, “The littlest kitten.” Read Brian Teare’s poem, the one I heard before in the backroom of a bookstore. An incantation. Like a spell that illuminates what has always been there but, now, appears only by mirror reflection. Yes, an incantation.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Vessel Log: 2009 02 15
: listen to the same two songs over and over (Maria Taylor with Andy LeMaster: “Time Lapse Lifeline”, “Tell Me”). But not on repeat. Like a fear of commitment I hit the backtrack button every six minutes. Seize the day with A., soup curry Sunday, the restaurant like a fever dream where everyone you know is there, under bright light, speaking softly. Vicky, Christina, Barcelona. The sun blooms against silver and wet ice. Then, in the space of 30 minutes a blizzard sideswipes our valley town. My concrete is slippery. A black dash across the street, “The littlest kitten.” Read Brian Teare’s poem, the one I heard before in the backroom of a bookstore. An incantation. Like a spell that illuminates what has always been there but, now, appears only by mirror reflection. Yes, an incantation.
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