Sorry, ’so you think I can’, to make you become one of my experiment’s targets, but after having had so many and so deep blue converstions with Google, I need to implement the human ressources department. Having been through analysis of the’how it works’ section, I should be right if I think that posting on same categories this message lands in your blog surfer department. Please let me know if I’m wrong! Anf if you want to join the ‘aleatory club’ (instructions, indications and follow up in http://sonjakasten1.wordpress.com) don’t doubt doing so.
Can’t help it, really … but ‘aural serendipity’ is really far, far too beautiful… If others have the same love and experience the same lust in making up words, just have a look. It’s worth the while …
http://soyouthinkican.wordpress.com
I’ve been waking up early lately. So I can write, so I can listen, so there is quiet. I’ve been drafting and revising poetry today. A little old, a little new. I’ll post a little later. For now, though, I wanted to share an old friend. His name is Chris Jacob and his photographs and songs were once my muse. Go to the bio section of his website and you can link to his myspace and sink into aural serendipity. Good stuff, good stuff.
So, as I said, I’ve spent the morning revising old work and writing new stuff. I ran across a little thing from a life ago and was jiggling the words around a little, and I’ve been cranking out a few newer ones. Just now the house filled with a strange, sweet scent. The upstairs neighbor is baking. So, I’ll post an older one, I guess.
In search of
I woke when the fat Sunday paper
slapped against the door jamb.
I stared at it thru pressed
glass and asked if it knew
of you. Pull back the wrapper
just like I pushed up your sleeves
to check your veins once.
You weren’t front page news
no need to look there -
and the police beat is clear.
Another day, no word.
