Wednesday, May 7, 2008

idyllic poppy-seed caked shoelaces

quote:
Man cannot do without beauty, and this is what our era pretends to want to disregard. - Albert Camus

A few nights ago, in a gesture of radical disregard (something we need more of) for sleep and scheduling (as if they deserve a place at the table, grumph), after spending the night jumping from one responsibility to another, my day-planner beamed!, brushed its shoulders off, (work, salsa dancing, choir), i spent a fine hour or so, irresponsibly sitting on the trunk of a grey toyota camry (the car that everyone has, which is perhaps a justification for why i once totaled one - an artistic flurry against sameness and suburbia), in a mostly empty parking lot, being slightly rained upon at times (looking up at the angle of rain is fascinating - glistening armies of thoughts obliquely directed before touchdown), staring at a terribly ugly apartment building (so ugly it can't be described), playing guitar and singing (when possible), through an almost-lost, raggedy voice that sounded as if it had been put out to dry on the clothesline 15 years ago and forgotten about since, stiff fringes fraying in the wind (i am standing resolute in the final battle against a week-long cold that at first seemed more of a passing murmur and sneakily turned a trumpeting forte), and everything about this tiny decision, the dewy, humid, not-cold not-hot temperature, the way time froze like raindrops in street lights, the random location in the world and transformative nature of words and music: turning grey trunk to concert hall, finger pulls on metal strings to emotions and wordless feelings , parking lot to private place of beauty (however you imagine it, wherever you imagine it(i keep mine to myself so you don't loiter there)), no longer affixed to longitudinal latitudinal location or time or scheduling or sleep, or sentence structure, grammar, the english language, typical blog posting form, normative values, mustaches, receding hairlines, sky-writing, and jenga; gum stretches so magically between ground and shoe sole, so it seems.

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