Spring has swooped down and is sitting in the center of creation. Everyone stands around her, motionless, staring. She is unconcerned with the audience’s attention or unawareness. She’s used to it. I want to ask for her autograph. I want to be just like Spring. Whenever she arrives is right on time.
Time! Philosophy, religion, these are just two-dimensional, all forced perspective. They seem so far, so sure, so straight. They’re fucking flat, all right? They’re flat.
You, Me – are three-dimensional. We weren’t made in the U.S.A., we’re not crap. We were imported, we’re quality.
And Spring! She’s trying to explain this to us with her presence. Don’t move. But do breathe – you must breathe – oh GOD, I don’t need anything else but Spring’s air. Then there’s a wallop of wind. Hair, skirts, scarves try to fly away, we stop them, they resent us for it.We start walking. Remembering our routines. If only we could forget them.
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into the strenuous briefness
Life;
handorgans and April
darkness,friends
i charge laughing.
Into the hair-thin tints
of yellow dawn,
into the women-coloured twilight
i smilingly
glide. I
into the big vermillion departure
swim,sayingly;
(Do you think?)the
i do,world
is probably made
of roses & hello:
(of solongs and,ashes)
O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked
thee
,has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
beauty .how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
thou answerest
them only with
spring)
(cummings)
oh, poetry. yes, naughty words, this is what I want.
I need your poetry! Give it to me now! Naughty! Don’t stop…
I wanted to tell you my dream last night that you were in. Haha.
Okay, so you and I were in New York, and we were going to a Broadway production of ’17 Again’. We get there, and Zac Efron isn’t in the cast, he’s in the audience. He causes all this commotion, and keeps whining about every little thing. He makes te makeup artist come and work on him even though he’s not in the cast. Then you and I sat behind him and took turns telling him how much of a vagina he was and that the real world isn’t peaches.
Haha. Random, but I woke up laughing.