Conspiracy theories

I learned over the weekend about how a lot of things are conspiracies. Pretty much everything, in fact.

I also went through an entire bag of Ricola Lemon Mint Herb Throat Drops.

And at least once I had to stop singing as I choked up, moved almost to tears.

$200 well spent.

In loving memory

Oct 11 2003 - Jan 12 2010

If I could teach you to fly, I would

In a city of thousands
I am the first to watch
you fly. Jumps, boldness,
hesitation, your head and
beak pointing to distraction.

Vivid, surrounded, color and
shades of sky darker and
lighter than the blue of
morning. Sound tells you
it is warm for January.

If I could teach you to fly,
it would be the same. Color
before solitude, boldness before
company, distraction before
destination. And I falling.

In introduction to Tearing the Page

sometimes I believe that to be true and sometimes I don’t, you know every wise child is sad, but the fact of the matter is, it seems to me,

if we equate wisdom with disillusionment, that is, becoming free of our illusions, oftentimes that can lead to melancholy or sadness initially but it makes me happier to think that maybe there’s a deeper form of wisdom in which you initially experience melancholy and then you experience the ecstasy of disillusionment, but I don’t know about that.

Shadows

Do you ever have one of those days when you're going to a fake wake and a Wallace Stevens poem gets stuck in your head because of that, and then your roommate starts rolling a piece of newspaper and you think, "So you've had that poem stuck in your head too?"

Then you realize, probably not. But the fact that he made a flower out of rolled newspaper... Maybe.

I think winter has less to do with temperature than it does with longing. Or reaching. The same could be said of Summer, but less accurately, I think.

It's great to be a robot!

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