My work is separate from me just like my past moves and bowels.
I'm embodied in the melody that invigorates. Invisible extensions of my being in a three-four-step or a one-two-punch. It's the rhythmic choices that immediately define me, not the leftovers I find places to store after the needle spins off track.
I am the constipated struggle.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Them and They
It's harder to find words when you're sober. Blurry moments persuade inhibition. Well, if I regret would it excuse?
The questionably evil, multi-purposed, and anonymous "they" always tell me that I'm not just here to learn about wetland ecology and sustainable development. They tell me that more importantly than anything I might come across in my studies of American political thought, that I'm here to prepare for a stupidly real world. The same one that they've been threatening to toss me into unprepared for like 21 years.
I dunno, they always turn out to be pretty insightful somehow.
I'm learning a lot about relationships. About pitfalls and venom. All the things that had looked pretty hard to trigger from the third person, but I guess it ultimately comes down to experience rather than knowledge.
The questionably evil, multi-purposed, and anonymous "they" always tell me that I'm not just here to learn about wetland ecology and sustainable development. They tell me that more importantly than anything I might come across in my studies of American political thought, that I'm here to prepare for a stupidly real world. The same one that they've been threatening to toss me into unprepared for like 21 years.
I dunno, they always turn out to be pretty insightful somehow.
I'm learning a lot about relationships. About pitfalls and venom. All the things that had looked pretty hard to trigger from the third person, but I guess it ultimately comes down to experience rather than knowledge.
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