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.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

ochre

as i type this, you're listening
but you can't hear the words

and when you sing
and when you breathe
i'd like you to know i listen.

every word,
every little whip
from your lip
s.

*

sometimes i can hear my sobs in my breaths.

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