January 2010
4 posts
Loneliness is a passing fad. Or, at least that’s what I told myself. I had just watched Waking Life for the second time. After, I did all that the things that people waiting patiently do. I lay back with my hands in my hair and blurred the lights with my eyes. Turned on some music and sang along. I got up and paced around the dimly lit room. Whistled. My mother always kept the lamps low and it...
“Maybe sparrow, it’s too late.”
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I don’t believe in this sort of thing, you know…but if I did? Yeah, I’d be hoping that even though we keep going off in a thousand directions, every now and again we get together for a short moment and it’s right. It isn’t perfect and we’re not always happy and, yeah, we end up crying and regretting and forgiving and falling asleep, to wake in the morning...
The Bohemian Manifesto
“They have poetry. The Bohemian traipses through a sky brightening constellation of ideas, illuminating the tangled pitch dark sky of dense, impenetrable black holes, unknown galaxies, worlds, otherworlds, underworlds. The Bohemian is drunk on words, paintings, carvings, plays, love affairs, travel, meditation, olives, cypress trees, everydayness, movie images, video images, sounds, naked...