"Smoke and wind and fire are all things you can feel but can't touch. Memories and dreams are like that too. They're what this world is made up of. There's really only a very short time that we get hair and teeth and put on red cloth and have bones and skin and look out eyes. Not for long. Some folks longer than others. If you're lucky, you'll get to be the one who tells the story: how the eyes have seen, the hair has blown, the caress the skin has felt, how the bones have ached.
"What the human heart is like, " he said.
"How the devil called and we did not answer.
"How we answered."

from The Man Who Fell In Love With The Moon

Thursday, May 31, 2012

i remember losing a shoe last time this happened

changes.  the more i continue down this path, the more i tap into creative parts which are completely contradictory to writing about running.  and, after weighing the relative merits of maintaining a blog for each (running and not), i've decided to consolidate and write what feels right at the moment under the "lupine and daisy" rubric.  i have a feeling most of this will be poetry.  that's just what it boils down to for me. it's been this way since i was eighteen and i was writing poetry about submarines and a son of mine that still hasn't been born - thank god. i've moved on to flowers and mountains and genitalia (they're all the same, by the way).  but it's still the same basic view of the world.  i don't really think any other way for very long.  i'm starting to think of this forum as one long lieder cycle for me.  i've toyed with taking that to more formal places in terms of maybe doing a long trip and writing a poem each day to document the progress instead of, say, a travelogue, but that seems like too much pressure just yet.  i'll keep it informal.  i do see patterns developing, lupine and daisy each are emerging leitmotifs for me, tropes meant to invoke very specific persons, places.  and i like that.  i like that there might be some digging, some thinking on the readers' part to follow me.  and if there is none of that, that's fine too.  maybe there is something to build on.

i write this of course for myself.  this thought, this change of course is merely an abandoned sand bank.  the course of the river has moved elsewhere. 

i'll see you on the other side.

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