Notes From Me

Sunday, July 31, 2005

"The Wind Is Making Speeches...

...And the rain sounds like a round of applause."
-tom waits

This morning the coffee tasted like this: there are trees that grow along sloping Thunder Creek on a small mountainside in Cotati. Sometimes in a still gesture the branches and leaves make a kaleidoscope of their canopy in the sun. With patient enthusiasm the creekwater slowly stirs the stillness and the soil listens to this ongoing story. That is what it tasted like.

In varying states of wakefulness and energy levels, everything can turn into sets of thematic particularity. Now a sense of relief.

I'm about to go meet friends in North Beach, then later with one of them, perhaps seek out the canyon in this city, and maybe go dancing tonight.

I was not raised on blue corn, soy grits and flaxseed. Despite this, I may be spending two or so months in Paris this fall, in a cozy flat in order to write. Here are some of the spoken things I noticed upon returning to a country where I can understand the language (in nyc):

"Well, if you want to look cool..."
"There's a new one here. Why don't you check it out?"
"Honestly? This is the 6th day I've been hung over and I just feel like going home."
"How, how, how should I do it?"
"So the next morning he calls me up starts fuckin' screamin' at me. I didn't even know who it was I said, 'Who's this?' he said, 'Robert,' I said, ' Robert who? hahahaha'."

Some character has eyes. They became Woody Allenesque. This has nothing to do with the broken glass on the sidewalk, the good music I'm hearing, or the properties of rolling tobacco.

Oh, yeahh! My friend just walked in here and handed me all the cd's I've been without for two weeks.

posted by lux at 2:32 PM
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