I can’t find the font
my mind is speaking in. And
then the magpie sang.
*Trigger warning: there’s a picture of a clown in this post
I have started cleaning house.
I’m going to be brutal. (No, really…)
Then two days ago I found this.
It belonged to my twin brother.
Why I have it, I cannot answer.
(Mostly due to temporary paralysis, and now I just can’t remember).
But it is,
the stuff of nightmares.
(And italicized, centralised, poetic importance.)
And I swear, I heard some synapses burn out when I saw it. And others that absolutely refused to be created…
(Also, if you can, take a moment to listen to this…
I admit. I am rather happy to see this year end. It just seemed appropriate to repost this (from the 17th of Dec, last year).
that pause of minutest minutes
between the un and the furl.
the joyous window unwinding
that threatens the re and the curl.
the risk of the lean
into the breeze,
minute puts out its smoke
and falls to its knees.
it’s time to go sailing
For some reason, this gorgeous song popped into my head.
Could be because I am sitting by the fire, and I have a cold, and I don’t like the things in my head right now.
This was probably a cry for help from my brain…and it reminded me of this post I did last December.
And here’s a confession, I haven’t seen ‘Hidden Figures’ yet. I know, it’s kind of shocking. But do yourself a favour, and listen to the song on here sometime. It makes for a sublime lullaby.
Oh, and see ‘The Dish’. You know, when you feel like it. God knows I hate bossy social media posts. Except when they have great advice (cough).
Speaking of which, Goodnight xo
I was just watching a commercial for a new movie about the first moon landing. I think it’s called, ‘Hidden Figures’, I don’t remember exactly as a few minutes have passed already. But I was immediately reminded of one of my favourite movies, ‘the Dish’…
I strongly recommend you watch it first if you’re considering seeing the new one. Actually, even if you’re not, you should still watch it, because, then you will be an even more well rounded person. I’m kidding. I don’t know what I’m saying. I just like laughing at myself. It’s always funnier in my head. Because obviously…
I am, in no way, influenced by my Australian bias, except that it’s set in Australia with that brand of humour the world has come to know and love, (and when I say world, I obviously mean people like me) plus Patrick Warburton is in it. You would, no doubt, know him from other movies I consider classic like, ‘the Emperor’s New Groove’ and, well, who cares really? That’s obviously enough of a recommendation.
Right now I am actually in the US visiting in-laws, and if you are anywhere like me, where it’s minus one million degrees outside, you might be considering this some of the best advice you have ever received, because it’s obvious you’re wondering what the heck you could do tonight. (I have no clue what you’re wondering, if that isnt obvious) So you’re welcome. 🙂
One of the more impacting scenes is accompanied by this achingly gorgeous piece of music, perfectly and angelically executed by Dawn Upshaw. I understand 2 videos in one post could possibly make your head explode, (I should rightly edit that…when I say your, I mean my, I can be a little impatient…) but I’m kind of hoping your heart will instead…
the way toddlers dance to the notes in between the way DNA composes the seams notes of divine harmony and unexplained dreams the reticent wavelengths shudder unseen at unanticipated syncopation
the pause in rotation
uncentering my core
unsettling the fore-
that one day
will settle down…
Thirteen years have already passed and I still remember the way Dresden’s venerable spirit soaked through my pores.
But it wasn’t until my beloved friend started to sing, that my heart translated the stories she told me, the unspeakable truths of her tormented past.
Never have I been so moved by sound. Perspective winded me in all tenses.
If ever anyone should bow to any sense of venerable, it was now, at her humble feet. I took a photo, one that should be in the dictionary…
My soul in sympathy
to those expressing grief –
I marvel at the articulation
of WordPress poets
who graciously lavish beauty
But all I can do
the outline of a sigh,
knowing they will fill it
with words lit by transcendence
and an ancient promise,
because my own soul is heavy,
and this snow falls in
like the sighing watch of the night…
photo: Chase Miller
The unease fits like a glove
keeping me alert to my comatosis.
Embraced by discomfort
I marvel at the truth in cliche
the way i normally would,
jaw dropped, scratching my mind, lingering way too long
before inserting chocolate
into my mouth
and the linger…