goodness and bother

I've started this post a handful of times, but I realize these are things that need to be said to your ears. I've been accumulating links like a downhill snowball, so I'm gonna do a little house-cleaning. It's sure to be a grab-bag, so get your feet set.
I was listening to Medley: Jack & Neal / California, Here I Come by Tom Waits, and all I could think of is how cool I feel when I'm with you. We're rusty but soon will be able to form like Voltron with chameleon-like speed and ease. I was pretty obsessed with the the Beats when I was a teenager (isn't everybody?); now, it's the end of that movement that is most interesting to me. The best of them seemed like lost souls and that's what I liked: the fact that they had their moment. It serves to sweeten what it was all about. Short story long, I like these few pictures and I can't wait to see you next. California, here we come.


I can't wait to go dancing. I seriously can't. When I think about it, I tap-dance in my bare feet under the table.



So many pictures. I love and hate that there is no further information. Their histories form easily for me, but when my mind relaxes with them before my eyes I have to wonder: what's their story?


I don't even know why-the-velcro. I always want to see more of what you make. In Breakfast of Champions, Vonnegut theorizes that God made Man (or, at least, kept him around) simply because he never knew what Adam was going to say next.


Certain triggers always draw you to mind: Debbie Harry's one of them.


It was Tesla's birthday just the other day.

Certain expressions hold such poetry. Sugar of Lead...


Funereal copper canisters...

Dithyrhambia

I was reading Somerset Maugham a million years ago, and I remember Philip Carey, in the book, describing someone's letters as having become dithyrhambic in nature, of late. That word, dithyrhamb, was like a bell clapper. I had to go look it up in a book. In an adjectival sense, it meant something along the lines of being wildly uneven in emotion, tone and content. One of my top five words; what are some of yours?
The book was Of Human Bondage, by the way.


I was in a bit of a mood, or, rather emerging from one. The whole time through, though, you must know I was thinking about you. You stay in mind in times of drought and daily. It really heartens me. It may come across as being a bit, at worst, needy and, maybe understanding/reliance/ectoplasmatically sub-genetic commonality/we-just-find-similar-things-to-be-funny|exciting|beautiful|sad, but, in all honesty, it's far simpler and much less crude; any possible situations I foresee in my future involving you in any way fill me with a confident sense of goodness for which I will be grateful in retrospect: you like commas like I like commas.


You are undeniably educated and refined; bright, insightful and far further ahead in quality and inventiveness in your unique terms of expression than you will ever allow yourself to admit. Sorry. You're awesome. The humility has its charm, so keep it but know... You've absolutely got it going on and it's bedrock. I cannot express how eagerly I wait to see what you will do next. On another level, it's also something below and beyond all that. The graceful carriage of your head as you smile with a light in your eye and lean ever-so-slightly to calculate and digest before reacting or responding or initiating or doing nothing is bigger than deja vu.


More soon.