Chunky and noisy,
but with stars in their black feathers,
they spring from the telephone wire
and instantly
they are acrobats
in the freezing wind.
And now, in the theater of air,
they swing over buildings,
dipping and rising;
they float like one stippled star
that opens,
becomes for a moment fragmented,
then closes again;
and you watch
and you try
but you simply can’t imagine
how they do it
with no articulated instruction, no pause,
only the silent confirmation
that they are this notable thing,
this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin
over and over again,
full of gorgeous life.
Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,
even in the leafless winter,
even in the ashy city.
I am thinking now
of grief, and of getting past it;
I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart
pumping hard. I want
to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.
4.08.2011
4.07.2011
[protect and guard]
When I was a kid/teen, I often felt overwhelmed by my parents' protectiveness and their attempts to control my behavior and activities. While I do think it was excessive... I think I understand it better now.
It has to do with loving and needing someone. Over the past couple of years, I have felt these surges of protectiveness and it is accompanied by an unconscious sense of the helplessness I would feel if I lost certain people in my life. I have not acted on the impulse of protectiveness... but now I get it.
It's come to me only after I've lost people who I love... after becoming unhappily acquainted with grief beyond theory. I feel the wave of wanting to hold on and the fear of loss. But I stand back and will try to appreciate what I have more.
It has to do with loving and needing someone. Over the past couple of years, I have felt these surges of protectiveness and it is accompanied by an unconscious sense of the helplessness I would feel if I lost certain people in my life. I have not acted on the impulse of protectiveness... but now I get it.
It's come to me only after I've lost people who I love... after becoming unhappily acquainted with grief beyond theory. I feel the wave of wanting to hold on and the fear of loss. But I stand back and will try to appreciate what I have more.
2.15.2011
awesome
Ikea Stonehenge: "
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Published in the QI H Annual. Co-created by Stevyn Colgan, Justin Pollard and John Lloyd.
2.12.2011
2.01.2011
1.15.2011
1.13.2011
1.11.2011
frogs, birds, mack trucks...
You know the recent bird and frog death thing?
Well last night I dreamed that huge Mack trucks were falling from the sky. I could see it happening on the horizon, like an approaching rain storm.
In the dream, I decided to be brave and I went to the site of the wreckage. For some reason all of the drivers were OK (?!) and as my "charitable act" I went around picking up hub caps and handing them to truck drivers, who were weeping beside their trucks.
As I was walking along, I met up with Jack Black (rhymes with Mack?) and for some reason I thanked him for helping out. He said, "Anything I can do, man."
Um. Analyze that.
Welcome to my dream life.
Well last night I dreamed that huge Mack trucks were falling from the sky. I could see it happening on the horizon, like an approaching rain storm.
In the dream, I decided to be brave and I went to the site of the wreckage. For some reason all of the drivers were OK (?!) and as my "charitable act" I went around picking up hub caps and handing them to truck drivers, who were weeping beside their trucks.
Um. Analyze that.
Welcome to my dream life.
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