I texted the above to Planet in Michigan (and twooted to you), that's Rachel Carson Conservation Park in Unity, Maryland
Planet marveled at the green, Michigan woods still not stirring Spring, it occurred to me as Earthgirl and I for *this* time on *this* hike (because we talk about it on every hike) talked about how much we love where we live that *one* major benefit of splitting time between the states is we would get two Springs a year, two Falls
Forrest Gander has a new volume (sic) out, I'm swinging by Politics and Prose today on way to Hilltop to buy, not only am I self-banned from rereading any novel I'm self-banned from rereading end-to-end chapbooks and books of poetry, here:
At which point my grief-sounds ricocheted outside of language.
Something like a drifting swarm of bees.
At which point in the tetric silence that followed
I was swarmed by those bees and lost consciousness.
At which point there was no way out for me either.
At which point I carried on in a semi-coma, dreaming I was awake,
avoiding friends and puking, plucking stingers from my face and arms.
At which point her voice was pinned to a backdrop of vaporous color.
At which point the crane's bustles flared.
At which point, coming to, I knew I'd pay the whole flag-pull fare.
At which point the driver turned and said it doesn't need to be
your fault for it to break you.
At which point without any lurching commencement,
he began to play a vulture-bone flute.
At which point I grew old and it was like ripping open the beehive with my hands again.
At which point I conceived a realm more real than life.
At which point there was at least some possibility.
Some possibility, in which I didn't believe, of being with her once more.
among the first few quantum music youtubes i preferred this oneReplyDelete
nitin sawhney guitarist
nicki wells vocalist