...I was laying in a field of what I can only describe as "wooden tulips." There was a high sun atop the field, thin clouds....The contrast in the blue of the sky wasn't from this reality more like the kind found in retouched photographs...I laid fearful with a memory from childhood. When I was nine or ten I had asked my Mother if she had ever dreamed of her own death, she said "Yes, I walked out into a field and laid down." Not knowing whether or not this was death I closed my eyes and suddenly I was in my apartment and cats were slinking out of a nonexistant crack in the wall. Dozens of cats, many dozens of cats...Had I not woke up maybe trillions of cats, piling out into the street and out on to the Garden State Parkway...My landlord would have been totally pissed and his dog would have went fucking nuts
things of varying importance to me:
seeing odetta on tavis smiley last night
dennis kucinich sadly withdrawing his bid for the democratic nomination (voting won't be nearly as fun now)
enjoying the exploits of milwall fans on 'you tube,' and not knowing anything about soccer
playing finger cymbals along to cal tjader, chiefly 'the fakir' and 'crunchy frito man.'
'witches bible'
coffee
