Notes From Me
|
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
On my way to the MOMA in NYC a couple weeks ago, I stopped in a place to eat out of the rain and because they had soup. The couple were speaking amalgams of Polish and English with the waitress, discussing getting some tomatoes and which grocers had the right ones. At one point the wife says, "I was mad at him for saying it but it was smart of him." The waitress, looking at the husband, replies: "See? (something in Polish)." To which he says, "(something in Polish), I always say, you don't ask you don't get. Holy cow, look! They are moving a mattress." And they were, two girls in the rain and wind, getting hair in their mouths and across their eyes. The mattress wasn't covered with anything. Then as the husband says, "Do you think they're Japanese or Chinese?" the wife says at the same time, "Only young people would do that," and to a woman who was getting up to leave she says in a louder voice, "Enterprising young people." She and I started talking about Amsterdam. She had to ask her husband if they had gone there in the 70s or the 80s. (It's kind of still the 70s there). Last night I went north to Santa Rosa to see friends play music and other ones I hadn't seen since I left. People up there have a lot of time to do things like create fine beer and work on getting solar power going. I like the hills, the big sky especially at night, the wild wild sea. (Photos of the beach and of Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial in San Francisco coming sometime). |
The Journal
Define and Concur, wild like cloudlight The Writer
Wooden boats, musical instruments and fireworks are some of the best inventions. And cameras. I don't believe in following any one person or set of ideas. There are tiny satiations like orchids along the viny forest floor, blooming unseen, more gorgeous than some could keep from weeping over. Whenever I see the occasional sun rise the colors always surprise me like the flavor of tahini in Holland. Subway cars make great rhythm along the tracks, as does wind in treebranches, the sound pattern of running engines, and sometimes clothes in a dryer. I like Sumerian poetry. Archives
October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 February 2006 March 2006 May 2006 August 2006 October 2006 Links
View My Profile Literary
The Poetry Generator Today in Literature Richard Brautigan James Joyce J-Link
Quirky Japan Organizations
The Idealist News
Common Dreams KPFA Government Reform Minority Office Screens
Staying Pinoy Goei Chungking mi e mi sombras |
|
|
|
