A: Just no good.
Q: Huh?
A: I just was no good.
Q: Elaborate please.
A: Starter pistol fires at 2:30 am. Sprinter explodes out of the blocks. 4 consecutive mornings.
Q: Outcome?
A: Dominos.
Q: Dominos?
A: Dominos, tip, tip, tipping, toppling in slow motion, and then roaring around corners and racing down straightaways at mid-day.
Q: Dominos?
A: Dominos.
A: Bad Ju-Ju. Darth Vader.
Q: Martyr kneeling to the God of Work?
A: Hmmmmmm. Continue reading “Driving I-95 N. FAQs in Confessional.”
Tag: enough
Driving I-95 S. With Little Lights.
6:14 am. 28° F. Friday morning.
You push the start button, the engine fires. The heater begins to blow. The wipers clear the morning dew. The transmission slides into reverse. Sirius beams down from the satellite circling, silently, way above. You turn the dial and it’s Seals & Crofts. “Summer Breeze” fills the cabin and you mouth “makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.” It fills you like Guskin’s current of heat running through your body, as if you’ve swum into a warm patch in a cold lake. Your eyes scan the traffic in the right lanes, orderly, flowing. They shift to the horizon, the sunrise burns amber into the light cloud cover.
And there it comes. Heart-side. A morning rush of sorts. The cables affixed to the poles – a mild current jumps and sparks, stops and starts up again. This continues for two to three minutes, a morning call in recent weeks. This intermittent squeeze, a crack in the earth, the bedrock shivers. Continue reading “Driving I-95 S. With Little Lights.”
Driving I-95 N. With Too Much Candy.
Thursday night ride home, up I-95 N on dry roads and heavy traffic.
My right hand rests on the dial.
So, DK, what’s it gonna be?
Radio, with its 50+ stations?
Sirius, with its 100 channels?
iPhone playlists, with 5437 tunes?
Or, Pandora streaming, with its infinite candy?
So much candy, yet never satisfied, yearning for the familiar grooves.
McEwen answers in World Enough & Time: “Intake, for example: how much is enough?”
And Simon Reynolds follows: “Complaining that there’s too much good art and entertainment being made at the moment seems churlish — how could that be a problem? Yet it’s undeniable that there is something curiously oppressive about the current bounty, something paralyzing about our ease of access to it. keeping up with what’s good gets to seem like a chore. If anything, the overload in music feels even more unmanageable.”
And in flows nostalgia. An ache… Continue reading “Driving I-95 N. With Too Much Candy.”
Your Daily Horoscope Too…
It’s been a long day
Seen enough
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Had enough
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Enough
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— Arthur Rimbaud, Departure. Selected Poems & Letters
Notes:
- Photo: OctaveMoreau (via Mennyfox55). Poem Source:whyallcaps
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