Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Sunday, December 17, 2006

I’ve had a million friends

I’ve had a million friends

I’ve had a million friends
Lived a lot of different kinds of lives
Said “oh how’s that one?” to a many different kinds of people
I have rode on the busway with my new friend and then
Found out that I see an old friend
I’ve talked on the phone to a lot of different people
I’ve said hello to lots of people and I didn’t know their names
I’ve written letters to friends and mailed them
In the clear light of day, the sun beating on the mailbox
I don’t care much for things like that, like friends
I care deeply and when being in love
The sheets upon my face coat over with regret.
Such a wondrous regret! You couldn’t even imagine
The ice-sheets on my face, the red flowers of numbers.
The red flower blooming out on the vine
By the stone house where I walk
Humming to myself
See the way the flowers burst out like birds
That’s the kind of thing I value

Saturday, December 16, 2006

This Side of the Blue (Joanna Newsom)

This Side of the Blue

Svetlana sucks lemons across from me,
and I am progressing abominably.
And I do not know my own way to the sea
but the saltiest sea knows its own way to me.

The city that turns, turns protracted and slow
and I find myself toeing th'embarcadero
and I find myself knowing the things that I knew
which is all that you can know on this side of the blue

And Jaime has eyes black and shiny as boots
and they march at you, two-by-two (re - loo - re - loo);
when she looks at you, you know she's nowhere near through:
it's the hardest heart beating this side of the blue.

And the signifieds butt heads with the signifiers,
and we all fall down slack-jawed to marvel at words!
While across the sky sheet the impossible birds,
in a steady, illiterate movement homewards.

And Gabriel stands beneath forest and moon.
See them rattle & boo, see them shake, see them loom.
See him fashion a cap from a page of Camus;
see him navigate deftly this side of the blue.

And the rest of our lives will the moments accrue
when the shape of their goneness will flare up anew.
then we do what we have to do (re - loo - re -loo),
which is all you can do on this side of the blue.

I got this here:

Friday, December 15, 2006

The Seeker (Dolly Parton)

I am a seeker
A poor sinful creature
There is no weaker than I am
I am a seeker
You are a teacher
You are a reacher
So reach down
Won't you reach out and lead me
Guide me and keep me
In the shelter of your care each day
'Cause I am a seeker
You are a keeper
You are the leader
Won't you show me the way
I am a vessel that's empty and useless
I am a bad seed that fell by the way
I am a loser that wants to be a winner
And you are my last hope
Don't turn me away

I am a seeker
A poor sinful creature
There is no weaker than I am
I am a seeker
You are a teacher
You are a reacher
So reach down
Won't you reach out and lead me
Guide me and keep me, Lord
In the shelter of your care each day
'Cause I am a seeker
You are a keeper
You are the leader
Won't you show me the way
Oh, I know you are a mountain
From which there flows a fountain
So let its water wash my sins away
'Cause I am a seeker
You are a keeper
You are the leader
Won't you show me the way

I got this here:

Friday, December 08, 2006

The living room

The living room

The living room did not exist
I wanted to go and lay on the carpet
In the middle of the afternoon
I knew the carpet was dark grey
And in the afternoon sun, I would take a nap
But the room did not exist
It was gone like everything else
In its place was a black bird
That flew and flew
Through the sunlit heavens
With bitter songs in its head
That sounded like two tin cups
Ringing round the world
Intergalactically the world does not seem so large
When things leave as they do
It is not so
What it was before
It is not so large
The black starry dome
Is a room you sit in and smoke hash
What is hash?
I don’t even like drugs
What I am trying to say is this:
A great red universe exists and I can’t get to it
Somewhere there is a home for me
And I can't ever find it
O Lord, please let me find it
I have been willing to fly anywhere
On a jet plane to get anywhere
On a spaceship I would board with
My suitcase and dog, her head ringing with yellow stars
And rung around a great heart
That keeps popping like a red balloon
Somewhere there is a room
Where I can sleep the whole day
And when I wake everything will be so snug
I am what I awake into
I am what needs to be wrung
From a soaking wet thing
Touch my lips and they are damp
With glistening joy
That was once like stars
But is now something like a forest

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Black bird

Black bird

I understand that which is my burden
But not that which is my fate
Little bird with black wing
Who goes flying thru your room
The red music that plays
Is from many centuries ago
So go, little haven
That we call time
Into what we cannot recall
The best thing of all it was
To not know anything
And still be breathing

Wednesday, December 06, 2006


Any true believer in postmodernism has never been around an animal.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Hey Ya lyrics

You think you've got it
Oh, you think you've got it
But got it just don't get it
Til there's nothing at all

--Andre 3000

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Emily D

Emily D

Dear love you tell me of Emily D
Who locked herself in the closet, oh did she lock
Her heart away, it was sailing
Across the great oceans with blue night, I knew her once
When I went to that house that she did the writing
And I saw the insanity that makes a man
I am insane
But only in my heart
My mind is lost forever in its inequity
It rations the deed and dead like the rest of us
Do we even know the lesson we are left to learn?
Are things not fully spaced, the heart it did fold
I felt myself lessening, my mind was locked
Upon one door in one house
I left my rat heart on the table
I took my bird mouth to the door
I let out a cat scream
It echoed through the halls
But they didn’t hear me, the house was full of fire
The smoke is blinding, but then it is the fire
That burns you, you have no mind
And you lessen within yourself.
And you don’t go awry as much as you leave.
And hide in another universe where things don’t burn
Did Emily D even have a shot?
She had one chance lost and locked in fate
I guess that is what we all have
One chance locked in fate
A fixed thing we can't ever move

Friday, December 01, 2006

The love which brings the right answer [to the question of how to respond to the other] is an exercise of justice and realism and really looking. The difficulty is to keep the attention fixed upon the real situation and to prevent it from returning surreptitiously to the self with consolations of self-pity, resentment, fantasy, and despair....It is a task to come to see the world as it is.

--Iris Murdoch, The Sovereignty of Good (p.91)

Friday, November 24, 2006

Ice trees

Ice trees

On any position don’t forget to cry
Don’t stop if you get the answer
The moon is full of green trees
Just don’t cry
Don’t behave calling me more
Light up the trees, they are furry
Furry trees of green
Don’t stop to cry
I will be very pleased to answer you
Just call me whenever you want to hear me
And when we want to hear each other
The icicles will be tree green
The moon will be icy
As we walk
Don’t forget to cry
No to hear
No to face
Don’t forget to face
The wide trees of lace
They are bright and wooden
The heart of them is wood
The wood trees, they itch
To behave
The way we made it so
I want to know
What you saw
When you went down
The icy blue mountain
On your back
And the birds were ice
I want to feel what the tree tasted like
Or what the ice was
I want to eat the cookies that we make
I want to cut the moon from its holder
The icy-covered moon
It shoots out furry tears
I feel them in my palm
And I want to hear each other
Furry trees of palm
I want to hear them in my wake

Thursday, November 23, 2006

I am Like a Rose

I am Like a Rose

I am myself at last; now I achieve
My very self, I, with the wonder mellow,
Full of fine warmth, I issue forth in clear
And single me, perfected from my fellow.

Here I am all myself. No rose-bush heaving
Its limpid sap to culmination has brought
Itself more sheer and naked out of the green
In stark-clear roses, than I to myself am brought.

-D.H. Lawrence

(I found this here.)

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Portrait of Me and Vladimir Mayakovsky

Portrait of Me and Vladimir Mayakovsky

Possibly all we have is chemistry
Perhaps it is chemistry that
All we have, this said, the fat man.
It is fire that turns the word.
God has only to turn a letter
To make one word another word
In Russian, God only has to turn
One letter to turn towers into
pastures. What the cold star of pastures!
In Russian, it is I God
In the Russian, the horses here are burning
That God may speak to us, it is towers
We too must take, that we
Refers to the star-infested,
That the cold-star bane is a huge ear.
That the soft flesh is a huge and horrible
Lady, yes, you Vladimir
And we too in the kitchen we too
The stars too, in horrible black trousers
We sit together at light, its huge ear
At tea cookies and violet and the stench of sweet
It is sweet that is the seed.
We sit at tables, it is Russian
That gives us the wood and the seed
It is tables that we sit
In the Agent District of the Third Moscow
A great cat, the provocateur.
And the Alluder, lit where
Mayakovsky lived. It is I
in the light we clink
Together the Tsarist with coffee
It is across the bodies that we eat meat.
It is across the bodies of the stars
You, Vladimir Mayakovsky, and I
Bend down to kiss you, milk aching
From my breasts, and the chrysanthemums of the age
A chemical unlike space here or time
It is you, with gargantuan lips and me
In tribal lip that we here too the stars do speak.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

The dodo bird

The dodo bird

(Raphus cucullatus)

Some have described
The dodo’s beak as actually grotesque.

It was long, pale yellow, and crooked.
But what other thing is like that? The sun!

And the sun upon my winglets
Has made me something no other bird or sun can compare.

And in mediating myself upon the bird
I have found that I could actually love.

My love, what are you that the dodo isn’t?
Economy, the black mark on the sun,

The childless watch over the heavens?
Or is the dodo the thing growing from the sun spoke?

Yes, yes, that is you.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

The Animal

The Animal

The pigeon man ate my heart out
I saw him sitting there but he didn’t see me
As he fed the pigeons
Three pigeons on each leg and one on his shoulder
My father sleeps, his one head out the window
I cannot hear the sound of thunder in this wind tunnel
I cannot speak
The things I have seen while giving flight
To a love that was underrated
My heart belongs to a lion
I love his pelt and covet his heart
O animal, your heart is wise beyond your years
I cut your paw and you tell me in a whisper
To never leave this place
So that’s what I do
But really I want to know
If you will throw that fat stake upon my heart
And give me something that is worth saving
Like the gospel of lions or worse yet, gazelles
That speak so gracefully within the wind
I touch that gazelle speak and it is as pink as day
I leave it upon the ocean, that pinkish bird that speaks to me
I let it fly upon the palms, o let it fly
My pinkish speech that I once lost but now I know
Will always be a part of me if I only stop to listen

Saturday, July 08, 2006

"The Magic Store"/"Rainbow Connection" (reprise)

"The Magic Store"/"Rainbow Connection" (reprise)

written by Kenny Ascher and Paul Williams

(Finale of "The Muppet Movie" on the Hollywood set, which concludes with a rainbow literally busting through the roof.)

It starts when we're kids, a show-off in school;
Makin' faces at friends, you're a clown and a fool.
Doin' prat-falls and bird-calls and bad imitations;
Ignoring your homework, now that's dedication.
You work to the mirror, you're getting standing ovations.

You're burning with hope, you're building up steam.
What was once juvenilish is
Miss Piggy:
grown-up and stylish,
You're close to your dream.
Then somebody out there loves you,
Stands up and hollers for more;
You found a home at the Magic Store.

[Musical bridge]

"The Rainbow Connection" (reprise)

Why are there so many songs about rainbows?
That's part of what rainbows do.
Rainbows are memories, sweet dream reminders
Miss Piggy:
What is it you'd like to do?
All of us watching, and wishing we'd find it;
I've noticed, you're watching too.
Someday you'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and you.

[Another Musical bridge]

Life's like a movie, write your own ending
Keep believing, keep pretending
We've done just what we set out to do.
Thanks to the lovers, the dreamers, and you.

(I got this from