confine, inhale

No one here to know; no one
here to see. I hide you

into me. For fragile is
beacon and siren
of valuable. I shall confine you

to no words. Simply an unnameable
room for you to run
small fingers over my back;
a palace that is glass

only to you and me.

line of lyrics # 5

All this time I've loved you
and never known your face
All this time I've missed you
and searched this human race

Here is true peace
Here my heart knows calm

- safe in your soul
bathed in your sighs -


(Lamb - Gorecki)

nice cd cover # 11

Beth Orton - Daybreaker

poem of the day (weekend)

632

The Brain - is wider than the Sky -
For - put them side by side -
The one the other will contain
With ease - and You - beside -

The Brain is deeper than the sea -
For - hold them - Blue to Blue -
The one the other will absorb -
As Sponges - Buckets - do -

The Brain is just the weight of God -
For - Heft them - Pound for Pound -
And they will differ - if they do -
As Syllable from Sound -


- Emily Dickinson

thus down

Another Quiet

This is what I
hunger for: a cold place
of no gaze. Like an
open plain, under no moon
where I turn in circles
until I find that spot
in the eye of my spiral feet

to sit.

tide, and retide

"I think the sea has thrown itself upon me and been answered, at least in part, and I believe I am a little changed—not essentially, but changed and transubstantiated as anyone is who has asked a question and been answered."


- Hart Crane, in a letter to Waldo Frank

a picture of me, some nine years ago

happiness # 52

a deep sleep. woke up. opened my window. opened my curtain.

lay down again, in order to absorb the first airs of day. but so much light?

in my entire room, a single small square of sunlight, exactly on my pillow. nowhere else.

a reserved spot.

oh, to feel this. as if warmth alone. as if face nothing more. to be highlighted, to lay in that tiny field of soft.

defined by sunlight.

Ondes Martenot

And sing, and sing, and like icy oceans sing
like Odysseus in a waxen sleep not dream
the sounds of cerebral nowhere
- invisible palaces of wind -

nice cd cover # 10

Andrew Bird - Noble Beast

perchance to dream

"I now recognized them as familiar aspects of a dream life: that one moment you are here, and another you are there.

Very familiar. I could estimate I had spent perhaps a third of my life asleep, and a large proportion of that time must have been spent dreaming.

So: I knew dream life. In fact, in a way, I was actually comfortable with it. Dream life, I realized, was only confusing when you were awake. It was from the perspective of waking life that dream life seemed fractured and lacking consequence, lacking any certainty that one thing led to another. But from within dream life, the world was generally coherent. Not exactly an unconfusing world--just no more confusing than any other.

(...)

Waking was the most reliable part of a dream, as built into dreams as death is to life.

You dream, you wake: you live, you die.

Somehow, it occured to me that if you die, you wake.

(...)

Waking is rising: You wake up, not down."



- Alex Garland, The Coma