Tuesday, May 27, 2008

The Quest

I couldn't help myself. This is my current favorite track since the season finale of Grey's last week. The single should become available June 9th on iTunes. The artist is Bryn Christopher out of the UK.


Monday, May 19, 2008

Things to pray to in San Francisco...

The Beginning of September
By ROBERT HASS

I

The child is looking in the mirror.
His head falls to one side, his
shoulders slump.
He is practicing sadness.

II

He didn't think she ought to
and she thought she should.

III

In the summer
peaches the color of sunrise
In the fall
plums the color of dusk

IV

Each thing moves its own way
in the wind. Bamboo flickers,
the plum tree waves, and the loquat
is shaken.

V

The dangers are everywhere. Auxiliary
verbs, fishbones, a fine
carelessness. No one really likes the
odor of geraniums, not the woman who
dreams of sunlight and is always late
for work nor the man who would be
happy in altered circumstances. Words
are abstract, but words are abstract
is a dance, car crash, heart's
delight. It's the design dumb hunger
has upon the world. Nothing is
severed on hot mornings when the deer
nibble the flowerheads in a simmer of
bay leaves. Somewhere in the summer
dusk is the sound of children setting
the table. That is mastery: spoon,
knife, folded napkin, fork; glasses
all around. The place for the plate
is wholly imagined. Mother sits here
and father sits there and this is
your place and this is mine. A good
story compels you like sexual hunger
but the pace is more leisurely. And
there are always melons.

VI

little mother
little dragonfly quickness of summer
mornings
this is a prayer
this is the body dressed in its own
warmth
at the change of seasons

VII

There are not always melons
There are always stories

VIII

Chester found a dozen copies of his
first novel in a used bookstore and
took them to the counter. The owner
said, "You can't have them all," so
Chester kept five. The owner said,
"That'll be a hundred and twelve
dollars." Chester said, "What?" and
the guy said, "They're first
editions, mac, twenty bucks apiece."
And so Chester said, "Why are you
charging me a hundred and twelve
dollars?" The guy said, "Three of
them are autographed." Chester said,
"Look, I wrote this book." The guy
said, "All right, a hundred, I won't
charge you for the autographs."

IX

The insides of peaches
are the color of sunrise
The outsides of plums
are the color of dusk

X

Here are some things to pray to in
San Francisco: the bay, the mountain,
the goddess of the city; remembering,
forgetting, sudden pleasure, loss;
sunrise and sunset; salt; the
tutelary gods of Chinese, Japanese,
Basque, French, Italian and Mexican
cooking; the solitude of coffee
houses and museums; the virgin,
mother and widow moons; hilliness,
vistas; John McLaren; Saint Francis;
the Mother of Sorrows; the rhythm of
any life still whole through three
generations; wine, especially
zinfandel because from that Hungarian
vine-slip came first a native wine
not resinous and sugar-heavy; the
soudough mother, true yeast and
beginning; all fish and fishermen at
the turning of the tide; the turning
of the tide; eelgrass, oldest
inhabitant; fog; seagulls; Joseph
Worcester; plum blossoms; warm days
in January ...(sic)

XI

She thought it was a good idea.
He had his doubts.

XII

ripe blackberries

XIII

She said: reside, reside
and he said, gored heart
She said: sunlight, cypress
he said, idiot children
nibbling arsenic in flaking paint
she said: a small pool of semen
translucent on my belly
he said maybe he said
maybe

XIV

the sayings of my grandmother:
they're the kind of people
who let blackberries rot on the vine

XV

The child approaches the mirror very
fast
then stops
and watches himself
gravely.

XVI

So summer gives over--
white to the color of straw
dove gray to slate blue
burnishings
a little rain
a little light on the water

Monday, May 5, 2008

Adrenaline Rush

My aussie mates bought me some heart-stopping presents...
What a way to look at the world's most beautiful harbour!
Chilling manoeuvres including several 270 degree spins, wild fish tails & power break stops. Got soaked in the Sydney waters. A.W.E.S.O.M.E.