:: beck :: journal ::
sea change
Monday, December 01, 2003
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
Sunday, November 16, 2003
Thursday, October 30, 2003
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
Tuesday, October 14, 2003
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
Every night it circles around
We park our words next to each other
Hoping to catch spirits in flight
Holding patterns
Runways too short to clear
Every night circles about me
In quiet destitute
Waiting for signals to land
These hands have a memory of it's own
They remember the thin belt around your waist
They hold as our bodies shifted to music and rhythm
These memories are recast into dreams
Years later I dream that I danced
We park our words next to each other
Hoping to catch spirits in flight
Holding patterns
Runways too short to clear
Every night circles about me
In quiet destitute
Waiting for signals to land
These hands have a memory of it's own
They remember the thin belt around your waist
They hold as our bodies shifted to music and rhythm
These memories are recast into dreams
Years later I dream that I danced
Tuesday, September 30, 2003
Sunday, September 28, 2003
Wanted
i wanted to simplify
ur misfit
i wanted fuel
u wanted to burn
i wanted the taste
and afterwards
take ur hand
to my sternum
hear the little tin drum
rattle beneath ur palm
u wanted to burn clean
i didn't let u
there were charred remains
that i could have use to chart a course
of course
i wanted to draw lines
just for u
i wanted to simplify
ur misfit
i wanted fuel
u wanted to burn
i wanted the taste
and afterwards
take ur hand
to my sternum
hear the little tin drum
rattle beneath ur palm
u wanted to burn clean
i didn't let u
there were charred remains
that i could have use to chart a course
of course
i wanted to draw lines
just for u
Monday, September 22, 2003
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch sudty at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy,
it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are; the
olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the
rghit pclae.
The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit mcuh
porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter
by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Fcuknig amzanig huh?
it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are; the
olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the
rghit pclae.
The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit mcuh
porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter
by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Fcuknig amzanig huh?
Saturday, September 20, 2003
Charles Simic - The Academy of American Poets: "Green Buddhas
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth."
-.-
my find for watermelon
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth."
-.-
my find for watermelon
Friday, September 19, 2003
Thursday, September 11, 2003
Sunday, September 07, 2003
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