Wednesday, December 11, 2002
Blinding Inelegance
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A light becomes such an obvious point of clarity after you've seen it once ... then twice ... and again and again. There even comes a point when the appearance darkness and obscurity seems out of place and startles you. The problem is that once that light takes you somewhere you haven't yet been, it blinds you to where you came from, alienating it -- and you from it -- almost inexorably.
S*
2002.12.11
A light becomes such an obvious point of clarity after you've seen it once ... then twice ... and again and again. There even comes a point when the appearance darkness and obscurity seems out of place and startles you. The problem is that once that light takes you somewhere you haven't yet been, it blinds you to where you came from, alienating it -- and you from it -- almost inexorably.
S*
2002.12.11
Sunday, December 08, 2002
My Dreams Are Like Closework With God
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I slept well, collapsing after too many Manhattans and other such arrogancies, having left the Brit Pop while the Ramones and the Smiths sounded better and better washed down with dilusion. I tumbled past whores and streetcorners stationed with drifting men in unfitting clothes -- their glares like envy or hatred or love.
Shuffling.
Along.
Home.
The wind last night was high; the treetops twitched and fettered under the weight of natures' gust. It was cold, but soft, not bitter, not biting, not defiant, just forcefully breezing it's way from city to city to town, across tracks and fields, barn-tops and the homes of the sleeping.
S*
2002.12.08
I slept well, collapsing after too many Manhattans and other such arrogancies, having left the Brit Pop while the Ramones and the Smiths sounded better and better washed down with dilusion. I tumbled past whores and streetcorners stationed with drifting men in unfitting clothes -- their glares like envy or hatred or love.
Shuffling.
Along.
Home.
The wind last night was high; the treetops twitched and fettered under the weight of natures' gust. It was cold, but soft, not bitter, not biting, not defiant, just forcefully breezing it's way from city to city to town, across tracks and fields, barn-tops and the homes of the sleeping.
S*
2002.12.08
