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something by way of the tough
thundercloud.... something by way of the wind.... something by
way of the noisy road.... something by way of the book... calendar,
clock.... by the fallen geranium leaf.... by the smashed fly...
by the windows full of steam....
the season's shifting yesterday
and today.... as if it mattered, since we're living indoors,
hunkered down around these bright screens shining out into our
heads, reminding us to buy something nice for ourselves today....
reading walden and beloved and
the sunday papers....
thinking about the quarter's
end....
getting phone calls from nice
people....
listening to beck's new one,
sea change. it takes a while to like, a long while. some of that
time is for stripping off the old beck, remembering that a person
is not a poster.... not even a song or an album of songs....
a person is going to surprise you and confuse you.... bore you
and piss you off.... and then you've got to catch the right moment
when this particular song sets something humming in the place.
i played him at school, listened in the morning, listened in
the evening and in my sleep.... listened when nobody else was
around.... and then in the middle of some afternoon when yr not
feeling anything in particular and there's nothing but the flat
air between here and there.... then you notice the songs have
turned into a field of boulders.... rocks that have always been
here.... where you used to play when you were a kid.... and they
are perfectly fine and beautiful, even, in their stoney sad serenity....
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