Tuesday, February 13, 2007
". . . in their slow-movin' dreams . . ."
one of my favorite song-phrases, ever.
and it now has the resonance, the cultural currency
and inter-group/extra-group reverb of a several decades-long weave.
are "slow movin' dreams"
travels in planes
across night seas
to iceland, over,
morning. ideals, abstract
ideals: love. any process
development. learning. in fact, writing:
an enactment of the fact of it,
singing. imagine that.
how a song travels from one
spotted owl on the snowy fence-post, dawn.
red sandstone grain, on.
no, just saying.
nothin' Bahrain in that one.
it's like summer here right now.
petunias scenting up the university grounds.
as luck would