Currently listening to: Aqualung - "Brighter than Sunshine"


For the first few months of college, I was terrified of venturing into Portland on my own. Imagine everything that is bad (and only bad) in the world and bundle those thoughts within a vivid imagination, and you'll see what my mind's eye perceived as my future should I dare attempt the impossible with my navigational skills (or lack thereof).

At some point, I determined that the thing that I wanted was to go. I slowly but certainly began getting lost within the beauty of the City (nevermind my tardiness to appointments: secretaries can be so tactless, anyway).






Badly Drawn Boy directs one, "get off at the next stop, don't worry about a thing" in his track "Four Leaf Clover." Incidentally, I listened to that song a lot on the bus.


It always takes some time to gather the guts to get on the bus. And then, of all things! you've got to pick a stop. Preposterous, I know, but at least it's very comforting to know that, should the stop be incorrect, one can walk to the next intersection, or the next one, or the next one yet.

Because, after all, there is a lot of time.

Currently listening to: Claudio Baglioni - "Sabato Pomeriggio"


it's trop non facile to let andare ogni fois
over and
ancora e
des nuevos y
over


it is

the real problem that was la clenche

Currently listening to: the even beat of the mellower portion of a Georgia thunderstorm-- when the worst is over but the remnants stay strong


a little old woman-girl sought attention
seek and want
but do not need



not attention.
understanding, maybe? understanding of the eeeeen-fathomable, for the unfathomable was already under control.


because she truly has hit an all-time low, my friends: she speaks to blenders
as though they were little girls on pink ponies
that tapped her calls.


the big girl tapped the calls; the big girl told her
the big girl had sought attention, many years before. she done got whack crazy back in them days,
she done continued the craziness
she done perpetuated it
through four hundred people and two birds, and the
left cerebral hemisphere of a cat.


the attention, we all seek it;
we all seek it, want it, reach for it
but do not need it.
didn't need it, will not need it, and we do not
and yet we speak to blenders as though they
were nothing but little girls in blue socks,
tapping our calls and failing to report all the minor details that make all the difference.