Yes, yes, yes: / Like this listen.
Love my name
Love left dry
Frost or flame
Skeleton me
Fall asleep
Spin the sky
Love, don’t cry
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Plasma
Fall day, beautiful fall day
To do what with my
beautiful fall day..
I cleansed and ate
forced the multivitamin
off my plate,
raked,
bagged,
rolled every window down
merged on the Interstate
system rolled up again,
then down,
down,
down,
down.
I visited the dollar store.
I scrounged the block for
SALES!
of rummage galore,
and now I may
walk, fall day,
beautiful fall day
until I feel
autumn
in
every
pore.
Brilliant!
I believe I’ve previously raved about the wonders of iTunes’ Genius feature—and apparently, I still can’t get enough of it. This morning I Genius’ed (now a verb) Bob Dylan’s ‘Simple Twist of Fate’ and Apple created the most spectacular group of artists for me, with an impressive list of tasty grooves stitched onto one gorgeous playlist. Will I share? Gladly.
+ Dylan / Simple Twist of Fate
+ Neil Young / Don’t Let It Bring You Down
+ Crosby, Stills & Nash / Guinnevere
+ Wilco / Jesus Etc.
+ Simon & Garfunkel / The Only Living Boy in New York
+ Van Morrison / Sweet Thing
+ The Shins / Gone for Good
+ Dylan / Idiot Wind
+ Velvet Underground / Heroin
+ Jeff Buckley / Lover, You Should’ve Come Over
+ Band of Horses / The First Song
+ M. Ward / Chinese Translation
+ Simon & Garfunkel / Kathy’s Song (live)
etc. etc.
All these dudes really get me dancing in the A.M..
Poster Children
I’m smitten with ReadyMade mag—lovely designs, interiors, and knick knacks rolled into one, with a healthy dose of cool people (artists!). I swung by their website and found these radtastic posters—free for download! This makes for an exciting Friday (easily amused much?)!
Enjoy, and git’ ’em for yourself riiiiiiight here!
(PS / The first is my favorite. Right now I’m reading an awesome book titled Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life by Barbara Kingsolver. It’s her family’s recount of living off only local and homegrown food for one year. This phrase is her mantra—and going on my wall, no doubt. To not call it “fresh” would do it no cliché injustice.)
“She Kicks Ass”
Cape Canaveral
When I was ten, my family took our first great vacation to Orlando, Florida. During the visit we made a day trip to the Kennedy Space Center at Cape Canaveral. It’s strange to me that I can barely recall any details of this visit, and didn’t revisit the event until yesterday, when I heard mention of the place. Back then I didn’t see it as a place where history took place or great minds conjured up mountains of advancement, but rather as a giant confusion of space and exhibition, rockets and prominent figures laden with the wealth of their accomplishments. I wonder how I’d view it if I visited today.
Cape Canaveral
On the coast, most
never felt away enough
to make do
but I knew,
Cape Canaveral
said
you’re ten and
I’m your new.
It’s a thousand
or so miles from
here to Mars,
the moon
And we stepped
we stood
we stared out, oh
curious concrete plain
where the acronym
laid, and prayed
no crisis of
Challenger
prevailed, dear…
Eat space food, lets
visit that shore
the one far
away from
far from
my day in
Canaveral.
A postcard I found buried in a thrift store.
It’s hard to believe that such beautiful places exist outside
the Midwest,
the U.S.
in the world.
I believe, yes, I’d love to visit.
I found this in someone’s misplaced planner — a little motivational speech, apparently. I wish my conscious were that frank.
4:40 a.m.:
Finished, finished, finished before my 9 a.m. deadline.
Now on to write that English paper before 7:3o…
Life is productive, life is swell.
Shot in the Arm
We fell in love
In the key of C
We walked along
Down by the sea
You followed me down
The neck to D
And fell again
Into the sea
You changed
Oh, you’ve changed
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