* They were crucifying themselves, swirling in, regulation upon regulation, ache upon heartache, sea breeze in an infinite dawn, all that was breaking, heart open, crystal shore, these places were the beginning of new things and old, and he emerged like some primordial life form coming out of the swamp, almost laughing as the water streamed from him. I'm just a garden gnome alcoholic, the next three speakers said, the only time he ever said what was truly going on in his head. So instead he became friends with Maria from New York and they made jokes about the library card set - as in, I knew I had to do something about myself when I lost my library card. Fell off a bar stool. Got done for Driving Under the Influence. He could hardly be marshalled into believing. That just wasn't the way to corral him into anything. Neatness freaks and Jesus freaks. Dusty streets. I might go back to morning meditation. Or splatter myself against the sky, he said to Jaan on the Skype system. There were so many methods of communication these days. Shadows hovered like limpid belief systems. They weren't going to shrug this one off.
Celebrating Ordinariness
Celebrating Ordinariness
Celebrating Ordinariness
* They were crucifying themselves, swirling in, regulation upon regulation, ache upon heartache, sea breeze in an infinite dawn, all that was breaking, heart open, crystal shore, these places were the beginning of new things and old, and he emerged like some primordial life form coming out of the swamp, almost laughing as the water streamed from him. I'm just a garden gnome alcoholic, the next three speakers said, the only time he ever said what was truly going on in his head. So instead he became friends with Maria from New York and they made jokes about the library card set - as in, I knew I had to do something about myself when I lost my library card. Fell off a bar stool. Got done for Driving Under the Influence. He could hardly be marshalled into believing. That just wasn't the way to corral him into anything. Neatness freaks and Jesus freaks. Dusty streets. I might go back to morning meditation. Or splatter myself against the sky, he said to Jaan on the Skype system. There were so many methods of communication these days. Shadows hovered like limpid belief systems. They weren't going to shrug this one off.