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.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

i thought i saw you

I thought I saw you, but it wasn’t you.
It was a rifle.
I forget that you are
more like a sunflower
than anything
else.

I thought I saw you, but it wasn’t you.
It was a rainbow.
I remember that
everything
was
black and white
for you.

I thought I saw you, but it wasn’t you.
It was a glass of wine.
On the tip of my tongue
you were
ice cold mercury
instead.

I thought I saw you, but it wasn’t you.
It was a sunbeam.
And you have
always been
more like
the sun
itself.
written by M at 11:36 PM

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