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. words clouds are "slow movin' dreams" births. birthings. travels in planes across night seas to iceland, over, morning. ideals, abstract ideals: love. any process of relational
development. learning. in fact, writing: an enactment of the fact of it, "slow-moving dream."
singing. imagine that. how a song travels from one voice to.
spotted owl on the snowy fence-post, dawn. red sandstone grain, on.
no, just saying.
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nothin' Bahrain in that one. it's like summer here right now. petunias scenting up the university grounds. as luck would (have it)
xoxo Y'all.
o~o/
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