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"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, July 31, 2012

A Plea

how close did you want me?

( breathing back into you or two blocks away
arm around your waist or voice in a phone call
across your morning coffee or behind glass on your bedside picture frame
our toothbrush bristles meeting or our books in separate shelves
hands in hair or cold dead air
behind your eyelids when you blink or a silhouetted figure when you think )

how close did you want me?

( and if you wanted me that close,
why are you lightyears away? )
written by M at 8:45 PM

2 comments:

  1. AnonymousAugust 6, 2012 at 7:05 PM

    This has to be my favorite one. Keep up the good work!

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  2. CliveAugust 6, 2012 at 7:07 PM

    You truly have a gift... I'm really glad I found your site.

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