( All flowers in time... )

( Volo volare nec revere )

In honor of our Newest Benedict.Today I saw my father. He wanted us to go car shopping (for him) and then check out a new Aikido dojo in Englewood (for us). And we went car shopping, and he got passionate and went about teaching me how to set a "fever pitch" with car salesmen so that you can negotiate better with them, but then I got tired and left ( Read more... )

( And you will know it by this trail of dead )

I've lost the eloquence that colored these words in my head as we flew home from this queer vacation ( Read more... )

I would, in fact, tell you.

I don't know what it was, whether it was the adagio melting in my fingers or my head becoming an empty hall or Noah's dark fingers on the Baldwin (not chipped, the paint not worn like Cosmo's) or the rush of water at the (synthetic) waterfall (which echoed two songs to me, American Football's Never Meant and The Arcade Fire's Tunnels) or the stars ( Read more... )

Sitting in this room while the hissing of the falls whispers whispers whispers through my open window, it occurs to me that, well. And it's the sound of all those thoughts you treasure and hold so dear and don't ever articulate, not even to yourself, for fear of them escaping you ( Read more... )

There was substance to this entry

A meme because bespeckldmonkey said so.

( Music Meme )

Twilight hammers twinkling make me think of days and days and days on loop like those long electronic songs where I can and will climb slowly out of this well of beginnership. I have seen the future but can not (will not) predict it out toward the world. Puzzle-piecers, here is what I've found ( Read more... )