playing checkers this fine sunday proud winnings went to the mall rumoured for attacks viewed Picaso wife said he was a pervert but I couldn’t help admiring the hundred dollar book we caught a four car back home and all I could think of was drawing contorted torsos until finally they reached a perfection hence…… Continue reading aspirations
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Sunday, day of rest
many planes overhead. I dreamt there was an explosion and the debris was fast flying in my direction, destroying cars, splitting open trees, barely missing me. had dreams like this before – explosions fast approaching. so there will be terror. the war has crystallized.
momentary
these guys posing in their music videos home all weekend listening to Bjork reading library books wrestled on living room floor with the children felt so alive being attacked like that having fun fill up the passing time I plan to get back and reread these books I swore I would go back for more…… Continue reading momentary
anything
found the website for Writer’s Almanac. this has me in a good mood because every morning at 6:30 AM I would wake up listening to it and it would start me off on a good foot. “Today is the Feast Day of St. Francis of Assisi. He was born in Assisi, in central Italy, in…… Continue reading anything
God gave us words
here is one of Matthew’s entries: “yesterday i received lecture tapes from Dhanurdhara Maharaja to transcribe, on Srimad Bhagavatam verses. questions from sages, on Krsna’s appearance and other things. im listening like im coming out of amnesia:some things click or just make sense. i at least know it made more sense than anything when i…… Continue reading God gave us words
midnight poem
disease punches my eye out 19 after the hour understand this reflect that common sense yourself the answer like money through the wire and get your own goddamn answer it is your own individual project be decent be compassionate read deeply love someone deeply quest God deeply write deeply think deeply joke deeply prepare deeply…… Continue reading midnight poem
there isn’t a right time, but there’s time
I just choose the best time for this, late at night when I can barely hold my head up, or think clearly enough to write a word, when not alone, but with casey in the room with the cat complaining because she can’t get her reading in – he thinks the edge of her book…… Continue reading there isn’t a right time, but there’s time
Friday night notes
tired laying back in bed to write this – not the best thing. hoping for the best of all of it, that writing will flow naturally like a day where talk might come out of my mouth eloquently, where it makes sense, where talking out loud is like praying and just to get everything off…… Continue reading Friday night notes
happy ox at dinner table
we went out to eat tonight, and thanks to my wife I feel really silly and all the rest of the day and the news and all that is pushed off. tons of silly phrases come to mind that I keep screaming out and Casey isn’t even annoyed. in the grocery store I took cereal…… Continue reading happy ox at dinner table
unafraid?
what a sense of accomplishment that I replaced my hard drive all by myself and what’s more I got my mind off things for just a bit for dinner we walked up the hill and sat quietly eating the city was all quiet today with military police almost on every corner a friend walked around…… Continue reading unafraid?
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