On this lovely Autumn morning, a few things must be said:

  1. Hi.
  2. I hope this post finds all my fellow bloggers in good health and spirits.
  3. Just wanted to post something Ike because I kinda miss you all.

Of course, sometimes deciding what to post is the most difficult part.  Lately, the world has seemed a very serious and tragic place, judging by the news, and my propensity for silliness occasionally feels out of place.  Still, sometimes silliness has its place.

It’s about balance, really.  Nothing is 100% joy or sorrow, not one passing second of our lives.  Every emotion in existence is ringing through the atmosphere at light speed, guided by unseen paths to weave a tapestry of unimaginable complexity.

So, for anyone who needs a smile, these are for you.








And lastly, the one and only rap song in the world that I enjoy listening to.  Because if anyone were record such a glorious parody of rap as a genre, of course it would be the goofballs in Relient K.

Peace to you all.  Enjoy your weekend.

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Silver / Ironically… (He’s Dead Jim – Episode 2)

Silver

silver the thread
that binds me
across interstates
to those who
share this eleventh hour
sheltered from
the lightning which
splits my windowpane
by a voice, floating
through headphone
channels, left and right
whispering the image
of a memory we share
inter  con  nect  ed, and
holding each other
in the night
i cannot feel your hand
but i see you
waving: hello
drive carefully
sleep well, my friends
my own true kin
wherever you may rest

 

IMG_6407Words which coalesced while listening to some Sufjan Stevens last evening with the lights turned low.  So thanks in part to his music for the inspiration / spirit behind this one.  Dedicated to all late-night on-their-own music listeners.  I get it.  And I love you guys.

 

Ironically…

… my headphones died the day after I wrote this (as you can see).  And I don’t think even duct tape can fix them this time.  R.I.P. Monoprice 8323’s (2013-2015).

If you can think of a pair of (reasonably priced) headphones you love, I am definitely open to suggestions.

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I had planned to top the evening off with the aptly titled “Headphones” by Jars of Clay, but all I could find on YouTube either was blocked for copyright reasons or were poorly recorded clips of them performing it live.  Dunno whether the video will play in other countries or not, so if you hail from somewhere other than the Home of the Brave, you may be in luck.  Otherwise… I’ll refer you to my Jars of Awesomeness playlist (below), or you could always get the album, which, I recommend too.

God bless you, dear reader.  You are an amazing and beautiful person, and don’t you forget it.

 

Construction

Shrouded
In twilight, distance
Is this comedy of scrapes,
Metal on metal,
An ending, or
The birth of something,
Forged at right angles,
Demolition or creation?
Clouded by the failing light,
Impossible. Yet forced to choose,
Thus is born an optimist.

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Falling

The grass like Velcro
Holds me, pendent
Between earth and sky
Reality askew
Echoes a childhood
Spent walking on ceilings
Birdsong: laughter to
A weary world
Left behind
We are falling
Borne by gravity
Into a sky
We’ve only ever dreamed
Of living

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