swans

"Doesn't really matter, you know, what kind of nasty names people invent for the music. But, uh, folk music is just a word, you know, that I can't use anymore. What I'm talking about is traditional music, right, which is to say it's mathematical music, it's based on hexagons. But all these songs about, you know, roses growing out of people's brains and lovers who are really geese and swans are turning into angels - I mean, you know, they're not going to die. They're not folk music songs. They're political songs. They're already dead."
Jude, I'm Not There.

Illustration of goose from here.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

You and Me: An Exaggeration

so i suppose i'll sit here in all my wishing, in all my needing to be praised
in all my bitterness,
in all my "wish we could've" and
"wish i could've" and "wish you could've"
and one
year
ago,
i met you

i didn't know it yet but you would wreck me
written by M at 9:01 PM
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