Growing on the misty mountains
of Acadia National Park -
small little blue beads of
sweet fruit stuff -
I think of the girl carted
out of Wonka World turning
into a blueberry-
I think of Boo Berry cereal
from my youth, though
I can't recall if it was
blueberry based
but the ghost seemed happy enough
as if the cereal was blueberry taste-
I think of my brother
who they said loved blueberries
so much as a baby & ate so
many that he grew out to resemble one-
then they showed me the pictures
to prove it & he still remains
the plumpiest baby I've ever seen-
I think of the time in the mist
On the mountain
Exhausted from the strenuous hike.
Moisture clinging to everything
And there in the cracks of
the boulders & rocks
vines had been creeping
to breathe
and their breath is blueberries
and I run my fingers along the vines
softly collecting a big handful
and in one motion
all those small little blue beads of
sweet fruit stuff
get tossed in my mouth
and I become the girl in Wonka World
and I become the Boo Berry Ghost
and I become the plumpest baby
and I become the doe on the
mountainside silently
munching on the vine's breath
and I become a little blue bead of
sweet fruit stuff.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Estimated Prophet - May 8th, 1977 - Barton Hall, Cornell University
Big Bad Wolf
lickin the screen
between
you and me
Not only this you and me
but all You's and Me's
Cuz it's about the sreen
which the Big Bad Wolf licks
and not too gently either.
There is some slop.
Spit bubbles like galaxies
Slide about the screen
in organic amoeba movements
First chaos.
Then order.
Then a Na-Na-Na...
and the Wolf begins to fade
but leaves one last bark
before disappearing
once again
into the darkness of you.
lickin the screen
between
you and me
Not only this you and me
but all You's and Me's
Cuz it's about the sreen
which the Big Bad Wolf licks
and not too gently either.
There is some slop.
Spit bubbles like galaxies
Slide about the screen
in organic amoeba movements
First chaos.
Then order.
Then a Na-Na-Na...
and the Wolf begins to fade
but leaves one last bark
before disappearing
once again
into the darkness of you.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
The Boxer and The Mind
The clock blinks 4:11
Though I know it's wrong.
It's twenty-three minutes slow.
More like 4:34-
Now :35-
Which certainly looks different
And mechanically feels different.
Outside I read a story
which has a narrator revealing
The story of himself. He, the narrator,
as the main character
Of the third person narrative.
And in it describes a version of reality
Involving a "primordial" twin who dies
Leaving The Mind left for eternity
To reconstruct the world in her
Life & Death image
When out of the lawn
Springs a boxer, brown fur
Patched white, chain collar
rattling like the gray sky above
The Master all the while
yelling - Come ON! -
On the other side of the lawn
The Boxer wags his tongue in
Absolute frenzied madness
Wanting to do one thing
and one thing only -
RUN - Move - Be so free that
It jumps out of its skin.
And the Boxer would not listen
to his Master calling.
I patted him as he passed
And he nuzzled his nose,
Softly fatty warm flesh
of dog lips and dog nose
rubbed on my toes.
I just had to laugh.
- Come ON! - from beyond
The Boxer continues in some circles
Near me & I offer to grab his chain.
At the sound of my whistle Boxer
turns my way once again and laps against
me with his body and tail.
I make for the chain which he
dodges, turns, & sprints back to
Master all in one movement.
Yet The Boxer doesn't go to Master still.
But rather the Run continues beyond
my line of view and I leave Master
- Come ON!'ing -
In the late afternoon.
Though I know it's wrong.
It's twenty-three minutes slow.
More like 4:34-
Now :35-
Which certainly looks different
And mechanically feels different.
Outside I read a story
which has a narrator revealing
The story of himself. He, the narrator,
as the main character
Of the third person narrative.
And in it describes a version of reality
Involving a "primordial" twin who dies
Leaving The Mind left for eternity
To reconstruct the world in her
Life & Death image
When out of the lawn
Springs a boxer, brown fur
Patched white, chain collar
rattling like the gray sky above
The Master all the while
yelling - Come ON! -
On the other side of the lawn
The Boxer wags his tongue in
Absolute frenzied madness
Wanting to do one thing
and one thing only -
RUN - Move - Be so free that
It jumps out of its skin.
And the Boxer would not listen
to his Master calling.
I patted him as he passed
And he nuzzled his nose,
Softly fatty warm flesh
of dog lips and dog nose
rubbed on my toes.
I just had to laugh.
- Come ON! - from beyond
The Boxer continues in some circles
Near me & I offer to grab his chain.
At the sound of my whistle Boxer
turns my way once again and laps against
me with his body and tail.
I make for the chain which he
dodges, turns, & sprints back to
Master all in one movement.
Yet The Boxer doesn't go to Master still.
But rather the Run continues beyond
my line of view and I leave Master
- Come ON!'ing -
In the late afternoon.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Day 8
10:42pm
Vomit:
Saul walked Marie down the street as a cop car rolled by in a slow crawl of supervision. He was just about to comment on it when Marie asked, "What's that?"
He turned his attention to her. Her brown hair held a metallic shine under the yellow street light. Just a shimmer really Saul thought noticing the shadows against the row houses. "What's what?" he asked following her sight to the street where a compact disc seemed to be discarded about a day or two ago. A thin layer of dirt was beginning to collect at spots and its bright red background was beginning to fade underneath. In yellow block letters, crooked across the one half of the disc, read, "KIDZ HIPHOP".
"That," Marie nodded toward the compact disc.
"Dunno," Saul said and leaned to pick it up. He shook the dirt from the top, turned the disc around and blew on its bottom.
"What's it say?"
They stood under the street light. It was Monday night. Saul just met Marie earlier that night for the first time at a bar and they were going back to his place. He was out to meet a friend who ended up calling and saying that drinks were going to have to be canceled. Saul was about to leave before he turned off the bar stool when he turned into Marie and her two friends. They shared a smile, he said excuse me, and instead of the front door, Saul stepped into the bathroom. Minutes later he was going back to the bar stool where sat Marie.
"Did I take your stool?" she asked, the smirk on her face tempting some flirt.
"My stool?" Saul remarked. "Isn't that kind of a gross thing to ask a stranger just coming out of the bathroom?" He then returned her smirk and stepped to the side.
"Funny," she responded turning back to her friends.
The bartender stepped toward Saul with a head nod, "One more?"
"Sure," Saul answered and grabbed himself a napkin from the bin.
"It's on me," Marie said to his left. Saul turned to her. "For taking his stool." She turned to him, blue eyes flashing from the neon lights behind the bar. "We'll need to do some tests on it, but you should get the results back sometime later in the week."
Saul smiled to himself. "Well I guess I'm going to have to get your number then to find that out."
"Nice one," Marie returned his smile. Saul could tell that he wasn't going to be upset with his friend for not meeting him out.
"Why dontchya introduce me to your friends?" he asked leaning to the side. The two friends were glancing over at Saul. "Ladies," Saul cheered them and raised his glass. They all three did likewise and chinked their glasses together. "To a lovely Monday," the friend furthest from Saul said.
"I'll drink to that," Marie said.
"You had a good day?" Saul asked her.
"I sure did."
The conversation took off from there for the both of them so that turning the compact disc over to read the label, Saul didn't find it unusual that his curiosity for the random discarded disc was matched by her tone when she asked what it said.
"Just some typical production notes. No song list or anything." He showed it to her.
"Let me see," Marie took the disc from him. "Weird."
"Not that good of a selection, I guess."
"Let's listen to it." She sounded to Saul like a girl who would sneak into a renovated building with you in the middle of the night.
Saul chuckled, "Okay. My car's right up here." He motioned down the street to his car.
After opening the door for her and getting behind the wheel, Saul slipped the disc into the player on the console. Nothing happened at first. Then faintly Saul heard a hissing through the speakers.
"You hear that?" He asked Marie.
"Yeah. That hissing," she said looking at him. The orange light from the console was giving Marie an odd look to Saul. He thought he'd probably be looking a bit odd in the light too and went to eject the disc, saying, "There's nothing here," but just then from the speaker sounded, "GRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE," progressively getting louder. A woman's shriek coming out into the dark car in the strange orange glow freaked the hell out of Saul and he jolted, "Holy shit!" It continued getting louder. He looked over at Marie. Her eyes bulged out wide. "What the hell is that?" she asked, her voice on edge.
And just as it came out of nowhere the shriek stopped leaving only the hissing remain. Again Saul went to take it out of the player, but a man's voice, deep, cracking, menacing, careened, "She died. She died. She died. She died. She died. She died," over and over again.
Saul's heart pounded and he squeezed the steering wheel with one hand. Marie's hand shot out from her lap and slapped at the console. "Turn it off. Turn it off," she starting shrieking herself.
Saul reached over and hit the eject button and the "KIDZ HIPHOP" compact disc slipped out from the player, the man's voice echoing in Saul and Marie's ears.
"Throw it out the window," Marie disdained. Saul, not knowing what to make of it, pushed the automatic window button. Halfway down he was about to throw it out, but stopped.
"What're you waiting for?" Marie asked.
He looked over at her. He could tell that she was noticeably spooked. Her arms were goosebumps, eyes moist, her body pinned against the corner of the car door and the passenger seat.
"What if someone else finds it though?" Saul asked. His voice sounded like it came from the back seat.
"What if someone else finds it?" Marie repeated him. "What else someone... Who cares? Get it out of here!"
"But a kid could walk by and pick it up and press play and like completely freak out and his mom walked in and has a conniption." His voice had traveled back to the front seat. "I mean... we can't just let anyone have this. It's gotta be more than thrown out the window."
"What?" Marie wasn't understanding where Saul was going with this. "What do you mean?"
"We gotta burn it or something?" He said, as if it were the last thing they'd do.
"We? I'm not doing squat with that thing. That's evil!" Marie's eyebrows arched incredulously. "Throw it out the window and let's get out of here."
"I'm keeping it," Saul said. "I"m gonna burn it when I get back to my place." He tossed it under his seat.
"Well if you're gonna do it, then I'll help," she said.
"Thanks." Saul smiled at her in companionship. "Whatever the hell that thing is, we'll make sure it doesn't get heard by anyone else's ears."
He started pulling away from the curb. Marie tried to settle in her seat. "Can you turn something else on? It's like I can't get that man's voice out of my head."
"Sure. Me neither. Holy crap that was freaky." He reached over to the radio and turn the knob on.
"She died. She died. She died. She died," careened out from the speakers in the same manner as though the compact disc was still in the player.
"OH MY GOD!!" Marie exclaimed.
Saul reached back at the radio taking his eyes from the road.
"LOOK OUT!!" Marie shrieked.
Saul looked up just in time to swerve out of the way as a cop car turned a wide corner. Saul slammed on his brakes.
"Dammit!" he banged the steering wheel as the expected occured, flashing reds and blues spinning around the neighborhood block of rowhouses. "Dammit!" he banged the steering wheel again.
Vomit:
Saul walked Marie down the street as a cop car rolled by in a slow crawl of supervision. He was just about to comment on it when Marie asked, "What's that?"
He turned his attention to her. Her brown hair held a metallic shine under the yellow street light. Just a shimmer really Saul thought noticing the shadows against the row houses. "What's what?" he asked following her sight to the street where a compact disc seemed to be discarded about a day or two ago. A thin layer of dirt was beginning to collect at spots and its bright red background was beginning to fade underneath. In yellow block letters, crooked across the one half of the disc, read, "KIDZ HIPHOP".
"That," Marie nodded toward the compact disc.
"Dunno," Saul said and leaned to pick it up. He shook the dirt from the top, turned the disc around and blew on its bottom.
"What's it say?"
They stood under the street light. It was Monday night. Saul just met Marie earlier that night for the first time at a bar and they were going back to his place. He was out to meet a friend who ended up calling and saying that drinks were going to have to be canceled. Saul was about to leave before he turned off the bar stool when he turned into Marie and her two friends. They shared a smile, he said excuse me, and instead of the front door, Saul stepped into the bathroom. Minutes later he was going back to the bar stool where sat Marie.
"Did I take your stool?" she asked, the smirk on her face tempting some flirt.
"My stool?" Saul remarked. "Isn't that kind of a gross thing to ask a stranger just coming out of the bathroom?" He then returned her smirk and stepped to the side.
"Funny," she responded turning back to her friends.
The bartender stepped toward Saul with a head nod, "One more?"
"Sure," Saul answered and grabbed himself a napkin from the bin.
"It's on me," Marie said to his left. Saul turned to her. "For taking his stool." She turned to him, blue eyes flashing from the neon lights behind the bar. "We'll need to do some tests on it, but you should get the results back sometime later in the week."
Saul smiled to himself. "Well I guess I'm going to have to get your number then to find that out."
"Nice one," Marie returned his smile. Saul could tell that he wasn't going to be upset with his friend for not meeting him out.
"Why dontchya introduce me to your friends?" he asked leaning to the side. The two friends were glancing over at Saul. "Ladies," Saul cheered them and raised his glass. They all three did likewise and chinked their glasses together. "To a lovely Monday," the friend furthest from Saul said.
"I'll drink to that," Marie said.
"You had a good day?" Saul asked her.
"I sure did."
The conversation took off from there for the both of them so that turning the compact disc over to read the label, Saul didn't find it unusual that his curiosity for the random discarded disc was matched by her tone when she asked what it said.
"Just some typical production notes. No song list or anything." He showed it to her.
"Let me see," Marie took the disc from him. "Weird."
"Not that good of a selection, I guess."
"Let's listen to it." She sounded to Saul like a girl who would sneak into a renovated building with you in the middle of the night.
Saul chuckled, "Okay. My car's right up here." He motioned down the street to his car.
After opening the door for her and getting behind the wheel, Saul slipped the disc into the player on the console. Nothing happened at first. Then faintly Saul heard a hissing through the speakers.
"You hear that?" He asked Marie.
"Yeah. That hissing," she said looking at him. The orange light from the console was giving Marie an odd look to Saul. He thought he'd probably be looking a bit odd in the light too and went to eject the disc, saying, "There's nothing here," but just then from the speaker sounded, "GRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE," progressively getting louder. A woman's shriek coming out into the dark car in the strange orange glow freaked the hell out of Saul and he jolted, "Holy shit!" It continued getting louder. He looked over at Marie. Her eyes bulged out wide. "What the hell is that?" she asked, her voice on edge.
And just as it came out of nowhere the shriek stopped leaving only the hissing remain. Again Saul went to take it out of the player, but a man's voice, deep, cracking, menacing, careened, "She died. She died. She died. She died. She died. She died," over and over again.
Saul's heart pounded and he squeezed the steering wheel with one hand. Marie's hand shot out from her lap and slapped at the console. "Turn it off. Turn it off," she starting shrieking herself.
Saul reached over and hit the eject button and the "KIDZ HIPHOP" compact disc slipped out from the player, the man's voice echoing in Saul and Marie's ears.
"Throw it out the window," Marie disdained. Saul, not knowing what to make of it, pushed the automatic window button. Halfway down he was about to throw it out, but stopped.
"What're you waiting for?" Marie asked.
He looked over at her. He could tell that she was noticeably spooked. Her arms were goosebumps, eyes moist, her body pinned against the corner of the car door and the passenger seat.
"What if someone else finds it though?" Saul asked. His voice sounded like it came from the back seat.
"What if someone else finds it?" Marie repeated him. "What else someone... Who cares? Get it out of here!"
"But a kid could walk by and pick it up and press play and like completely freak out and his mom walked in and has a conniption." His voice had traveled back to the front seat. "I mean... we can't just let anyone have this. It's gotta be more than thrown out the window."
"What?" Marie wasn't understanding where Saul was going with this. "What do you mean?"
"We gotta burn it or something?" He said, as if it were the last thing they'd do.
"We? I'm not doing squat with that thing. That's evil!" Marie's eyebrows arched incredulously. "Throw it out the window and let's get out of here."
"I'm keeping it," Saul said. "I"m gonna burn it when I get back to my place." He tossed it under his seat.
"Well if you're gonna do it, then I'll help," she said.
"Thanks." Saul smiled at her in companionship. "Whatever the hell that thing is, we'll make sure it doesn't get heard by anyone else's ears."
He started pulling away from the curb. Marie tried to settle in her seat. "Can you turn something else on? It's like I can't get that man's voice out of my head."
"Sure. Me neither. Holy crap that was freaky." He reached over to the radio and turn the knob on.
"She died. She died. She died. She died," careened out from the speakers in the same manner as though the compact disc was still in the player.
"OH MY GOD!!" Marie exclaimed.
Saul reached back at the radio taking his eyes from the road.
"LOOK OUT!!" Marie shrieked.
Saul looked up just in time to swerve out of the way as a cop car turned a wide corner. Saul slammed on his brakes.
"Dammit!" he banged the steering wheel as the expected occured, flashing reds and blues spinning around the neighborhood block of rowhouses. "Dammit!" he banged the steering wheel again.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Day 7
12:06pm
I started my day grading papers at 8:30am, watching the second season of Lost. But at some point I decided to listen to the second set of Tuesday night's Phish show at Jones Beach, which I hadn't gotten to appreciate yet. And let me tell you, half way through the second song, Simple, I decided to purchase, download, and convert 6/4 and 6/6... it's just that good.
6/4
Set 1
Grind
Divided Sky
Ocelot
The Squirming Coil
Punch You In the Eye
Dirt
NICU
Ghost
Run Like an Antelope
Set 2
Water In the Sky
Birds Of a Feather
Drowned
Jones Beach Jam
Meatstick
Time Turns Elastic
Waste
You Enjoy Myself
Rock and Roll
This is what I'm listening to as I write this... and so at the end of 6/4, from Harry Hood to Loving Cup, I just had to step outside to breathe in the sunshine because there's nothing else to do about it. And what I saw outside could've been used for Planet Earth. In a bush by the parking lot birds were causing such a cacophony of noise that it sounded like they were ripping each other's feathers off in torture. One popped out and hopped around. I thought it was wounded. Gray feathers with white tips, it bounced about as the other bird in the bush continued its tormenting cries. The one outside hopped back into the battle. The war cry continued louder. Minutes later a squirrel launched out from midbush with two birds chasing it. I don't know if there was anything in the mouth of the squirrel but it hopped through the grass no higher than my lower shin and the two birds flew that low to the ground biting at the squirrel in pursuit. They all chased around the corner of my apartment to where my imagination could only go. Then, a few minutes later one of the birds came back and posted in a tree near the bush as a sentry of sorts. Two young boys walked the street, and the sun kept shining. The whole occurence took maybe seven minutes, but wow... what commotion. And so Divided Sky is ripping through my speaker and I'm dying that I'm not driving to Camden right now to see these guys, but instead have to settle to imagine what it was like to see them Thursday night and later tonight, grading papers in my small apartment, feeling the strong desire to drop my life now and hit the road. It's sunny outside, and Phish is in Philadelphia right now, as are a few of my friends. They are the lucky ones.
I started my day grading papers at 8:30am, watching the second season of Lost. But at some point I decided to listen to the second set of Tuesday night's Phish show at Jones Beach, which I hadn't gotten to appreciate yet. And let me tell you, half way through the second song, Simple, I decided to purchase, download, and convert 6/4 and 6/6... it's just that good.
6/4
Set 1
Grind
Divided Sky
Ocelot
The Squirming Coil
Punch You In the Eye
Dirt
NICU
Ghost
Run Like an Antelope
Set 2
Water In the Sky
Birds Of a Feather
Drowned
Jones Beach Jam
Meatstick
Time Turns Elastic
Waste
You Enjoy Myself
Rock and Roll
This is what I'm listening to as I write this... and so at the end of 6/4, from Harry Hood to Loving Cup, I just had to step outside to breathe in the sunshine because there's nothing else to do about it. And what I saw outside could've been used for Planet Earth. In a bush by the parking lot birds were causing such a cacophony of noise that it sounded like they were ripping each other's feathers off in torture. One popped out and hopped around. I thought it was wounded. Gray feathers with white tips, it bounced about as the other bird in the bush continued its tormenting cries. The one outside hopped back into the battle. The war cry continued louder. Minutes later a squirrel launched out from midbush with two birds chasing it. I don't know if there was anything in the mouth of the squirrel but it hopped through the grass no higher than my lower shin and the two birds flew that low to the ground biting at the squirrel in pursuit. They all chased around the corner of my apartment to where my imagination could only go. Then, a few minutes later one of the birds came back and posted in a tree near the bush as a sentry of sorts. Two young boys walked the street, and the sun kept shining. The whole occurence took maybe seven minutes, but wow... what commotion. And so Divided Sky is ripping through my speaker and I'm dying that I'm not driving to Camden right now to see these guys, but instead have to settle to imagine what it was like to see them Thursday night and later tonight, grading papers in my small apartment, feeling the strong desire to drop my life now and hit the road. It's sunny outside, and Phish is in Philadelphia right now, as are a few of my friends. They are the lucky ones.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Day 6
10:19pm
Friday's are going to be tough... I missed my writing that day. Didn't do any with my class because they were doing the blindfold experiment. Things got clerically busy during my planning period and Cyril visited after school. From there I met some friends after school and the night took me right through to the end. I wasn't busy. Life just kept happening. It was good life though. No regrets on hand. At the end of the night I listened to my mom's voice mail that she received the card from my classroom. I ended up mailing her a similar card I gave my brother for her birthday. She said that she didn't know to laugh or cry with it, which made me laugh. I'm glad she and my brother can take something away from my day-to-day life. Today I received a postcard from Chris and Ariane. A save the date postcard for their wedding in France on May 28th, 2010. Talked to my mom about it... time to save the pennies. I wonder if I can save 3000 dollars in 12 months. There's a challenge to you. The postcard is of a castle of sorts at dusk with daylight fading in the background and the castle lights shining medieval in the growing shadows. I assume it's where they'll get married. Certainly something that I'll have to go to so saving money is a necessity beyond the usual.
Vomit:
Gchnk. Gchnk. Gchnk.
"Damn car," Gabe said. He sat in the driver's seat of his '00 Nissan. The car lights glowing in the June night like a lightning bug on constant. Gabe puffed his frustration through his nose. "Goddam car."
Gchnk. Gchnk. Gchnk.
Nothing.
He opened the car door and stepped out. For a second he thought himself lucky for managing to pull the car over to the side of the bridge before it totally died, but the thought flashed quickly and died. He kicked the door closed and walked behind the car to open the trunk. "Couldn't fill up the tank, could you?" he asked the empty bridge. "Goddam bitch," he muttered, fumbling with the keys and finally opening the trunk littered with boxes and books and dirty laundry. From it he pulled an empty plastic container that once held windshield fluid. He slammed the trunk closed as a car zoomed by, the hot air of the night gusting at his back. Of course the ass doesn't stop he thought. Gonna have to hike it now. Couldn't have filled the goddam gas tank!
He knew there was a gas station around the corner and up the road and walked in that direction. Before he even passed his car though, he stopped.
"Goddam, son of bitch!" Gabe exclaimed, patted his pockets and then pulled out his wallet. In deliberate, overemphasized motions he slapped his wallet closed and shoved it back into his jeans back pocket. Looking up and down the street, Gabe didn't see anyone and turned to keep walking toward the gas station.
The sounds of distant cars and birds in the trees that lined the street were the only sounds of the night. A flutter of children's laughter came with the hot breeze, but no one was out walking the street Gabe found himself. Crossing one street though, he saw a woman walking her golden lab. "Excuse me," he called, "ma'am. Excuse me." He noticed how she pulled the dog's leash closer to her when she turned in the direction of his call. Getting closer he raised the empty plastic container, "Excuse me, but can I trouble you for some change. Anything will do. I ran out of gas just at the bridge down the street and I don't have any money." Even before he finished asking the woman was shaking her head no. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm just out walking my dog." The dog had stopped sniffing the street sign and looked up at Gabe. It looked then at its owner and moved closer to her.
"Thanks anyway," Gabe said, not wanting to worry her or her animal any further. He turned back into the direction of the gas station.
Friday's are going to be tough... I missed my writing that day. Didn't do any with my class because they were doing the blindfold experiment. Things got clerically busy during my planning period and Cyril visited after school. From there I met some friends after school and the night took me right through to the end. I wasn't busy. Life just kept happening. It was good life though. No regrets on hand. At the end of the night I listened to my mom's voice mail that she received the card from my classroom. I ended up mailing her a similar card I gave my brother for her birthday. She said that she didn't know to laugh or cry with it, which made me laugh. I'm glad she and my brother can take something away from my day-to-day life. Today I received a postcard from Chris and Ariane. A save the date postcard for their wedding in France on May 28th, 2010. Talked to my mom about it... time to save the pennies. I wonder if I can save 3000 dollars in 12 months. There's a challenge to you. The postcard is of a castle of sorts at dusk with daylight fading in the background and the castle lights shining medieval in the growing shadows. I assume it's where they'll get married. Certainly something that I'll have to go to so saving money is a necessity beyond the usual.
Vomit:
Gchnk. Gchnk. Gchnk.
"Damn car," Gabe said. He sat in the driver's seat of his '00 Nissan. The car lights glowing in the June night like a lightning bug on constant. Gabe puffed his frustration through his nose. "Goddam car."
Gchnk. Gchnk. Gchnk.
Nothing.
He opened the car door and stepped out. For a second he thought himself lucky for managing to pull the car over to the side of the bridge before it totally died, but the thought flashed quickly and died. He kicked the door closed and walked behind the car to open the trunk. "Couldn't fill up the tank, could you?" he asked the empty bridge. "Goddam bitch," he muttered, fumbling with the keys and finally opening the trunk littered with boxes and books and dirty laundry. From it he pulled an empty plastic container that once held windshield fluid. He slammed the trunk closed as a car zoomed by, the hot air of the night gusting at his back. Of course the ass doesn't stop he thought. Gonna have to hike it now. Couldn't have filled the goddam gas tank!
He knew there was a gas station around the corner and up the road and walked in that direction. Before he even passed his car though, he stopped.
"Goddam, son of bitch!" Gabe exclaimed, patted his pockets and then pulled out his wallet. In deliberate, overemphasized motions he slapped his wallet closed and shoved it back into his jeans back pocket. Looking up and down the street, Gabe didn't see anyone and turned to keep walking toward the gas station.
The sounds of distant cars and birds in the trees that lined the street were the only sounds of the night. A flutter of children's laughter came with the hot breeze, but no one was out walking the street Gabe found himself. Crossing one street though, he saw a woman walking her golden lab. "Excuse me," he called, "ma'am. Excuse me." He noticed how she pulled the dog's leash closer to her when she turned in the direction of his call. Getting closer he raised the empty plastic container, "Excuse me, but can I trouble you for some change. Anything will do. I ran out of gas just at the bridge down the street and I don't have any money." Even before he finished asking the woman was shaking her head no. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm just out walking my dog." The dog had stopped sniffing the street sign and looked up at Gabe. It looked then at its owner and moved closer to her.
"Thanks anyway," Gabe said, not wanting to worry her or her animal any further. He turned back into the direction of the gas station.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Day 4
10:25pm
Ok ok. So right at this moment Phish is playing up at Jones Beach. I think. And I just finished downloading and converting their show at the same venue from two nights ago... 6/2/09. The setlists is as follows:
Set 1
Runaway Jim
Foam
Stealing Time From the Faulty Plan
Timber
Cities
Driver
Reba
Possum
Farmhouse
If I Could
Set 2
Mike's Song
Simple
Wolfman's Brother
Weekapaug Groove
When the Circus Comes to Town
Kill Devil Falls
Harry Hood
Loving Cup
Suzie Greenburg
Now I was talking with Terrance the other night around a fire, contemplating the songs that we'd love to hear the band play and I mentioned that it would be sweet if they came out and played Runaway Jim... and lo! Here they are, four nights after I spoke it, opening with one of my most beloved songs. It's playing right now... sounding hot. I'm getting stoked for this summer.
My buddy wants me to go to Starscape on Saturday. There's going to be a wicked collection of musicians there, the Disco Biscuits being one of them, who we both saw at Ram's Head a few months ago and had our faces stolen right off our heads with the crazy instrumental jams they ripped out of the void. I don't know if I can pull it off this weekend, but it's definitely on my things to do list.
Again, I wrote plenty in my hard copy daybook today with my classes. The topic today was Belief... and I gave them a series of questions they can choose to answer ranging from a time they felt isolated b/c of their beliefs to a time they realized they didn't believe in something they grew up learning. As I drove home today I realized that I like the structure that I have at the end of this year... (ooh, Foam's starting, and it's clinky and funky and bouncing all at the same time, like foam)... where I put students into islands of four or three. This has given me the opportunity to sit with a different group everyday and write with them and then share with them. Me sharing isn't what I'm interested in or what I find valuable but being able to listen to their stories and reflections in a closer environment compared to standing in the front and controlling an entire room of students. They're willing to share more in smaller groups... I already knew that... but I forgot what it's like to be a part of that "more" and today it redawned on me. I think I'll start next year off with that structure.
Ok ok. So right at this moment Phish is playing up at Jones Beach. I think. And I just finished downloading and converting their show at the same venue from two nights ago... 6/2/09. The setlists is as follows:
Set 1
Runaway Jim
Foam
Stealing Time From the Faulty Plan
Timber
Cities
Driver
Reba
Possum
Farmhouse
If I Could
Set 2
Mike's Song
Simple
Wolfman's Brother
Weekapaug Groove
When the Circus Comes to Town
Kill Devil Falls
Harry Hood
Loving Cup
Suzie Greenburg
Now I was talking with Terrance the other night around a fire, contemplating the songs that we'd love to hear the band play and I mentioned that it would be sweet if they came out and played Runaway Jim... and lo! Here they are, four nights after I spoke it, opening with one of my most beloved songs. It's playing right now... sounding hot. I'm getting stoked for this summer.
My buddy wants me to go to Starscape on Saturday. There's going to be a wicked collection of musicians there, the Disco Biscuits being one of them, who we both saw at Ram's Head a few months ago and had our faces stolen right off our heads with the crazy instrumental jams they ripped out of the void. I don't know if I can pull it off this weekend, but it's definitely on my things to do list.
Again, I wrote plenty in my hard copy daybook today with my classes. The topic today was Belief... and I gave them a series of questions they can choose to answer ranging from a time they felt isolated b/c of their beliefs to a time they realized they didn't believe in something they grew up learning. As I drove home today I realized that I like the structure that I have at the end of this year... (ooh, Foam's starting, and it's clinky and funky and bouncing all at the same time, like foam)... where I put students into islands of four or three. This has given me the opportunity to sit with a different group everyday and write with them and then share with them. Me sharing isn't what I'm interested in or what I find valuable but being able to listen to their stories and reflections in a closer environment compared to standing in the front and controlling an entire room of students. They're willing to share more in smaller groups... I already knew that... but I forgot what it's like to be a part of that "more" and today it redawned on me. I think I'll start next year off with that structure.
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