Notes From Me
Saturday, March 26, 2005

"The Piano is Firewood, Times Square is a Dream"

-Tom Waits.

I can post! How amazing. A long post (hopefully with photos) coming soon. It will have writings from the past month. Now I'm in Vietnam and I love it.

Time has gone all funny. I rarely need to know what day it is and find that my night dreams are changing in their scope and realism, perhaps with my own changing scope of wakeness.

"Just like the bamboo babies in the south sea tropic zones...
When it's too hot for comfort and you can't get a ice cream cone,
T'aint no sin,
Take off your skin,
and dance around in your bones..."

posted by lux at 8:57 PM
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4 Comments:

Blogger lux commented at 3/26/2005~  

By the way Lauren if you read this, I can't post a comment on your journal for some reason. Thanks for leaving me one, I just wrote you a long one and it wouldn't go through.

I am in Saigon, my trip is great, and I will be in SF maybe at the end of May.

Yes, go to Turkey, go! Travel is key. I miss you, see you soon.

Blogger kt commented at 3/28/2005~  

"hang on st. christopher on the passenger side / open it up tonight the devil can ride"

-tom waits

Blogger gay and flip in New York commented at 3/30/2005~  

dear lux,

shield of achilles, right? those auden lines you quoted. i'm not that familiar with the auden canon.

anyway, always good to hear from you.

envy. now this is too tame to describe how i felt about your travels. as you said in your comment to a friend-fellow traveller, travel is indeed the key. one of the keys, perhaps, to understand ourselves.

Blogger kt commented at 3/30/2005~  

hi, to answer your question of way back, i spoke baby japanese but my listening skills were ever-so-slightly better...i love the bikes too, the quiet (compared to here) subways, vending machine tea (could use some right now...), i dont remember the braille but i believe it, hope you are well wherever you are, yep i write poems

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