Fallen Thoughts

:: 4.16.2005 ::

discovered another literary scrap - here goes:

language is a virus.

i apologize for the eyes in my head.
say something worth breath.
say something about pomegranates.
say something about real love, yes
true love -- more than parted lips,
than parted legs -- in sorrow's bedroom
of potash & blues.

that's it, as written. aside from a correction of the spelling of 'pomegranates'. reading this brought me to yusef komunyakaa. I assume the writer has read or is currently reading his work. if not, the coincidence is amazing. wasn't sure about 'potash' - seems to be some sort of potassium compound. sounds pretty interesting, but I can't see how it fits. if it's truly meant to be as written, then that would reflect highly on the setting of things. but who knows? potash is also an uncommon last name. and if you separate the word, what else do you get but 'pot ash'. sorrow's bedroom sounds like a perfect place for a pile of pot ashes.

I'm listening to iron & wine's 'woman king ep'. I dig this sam beam guy. he sounds like liquor. well, it just finished so I'm gonna listen to some of 'the creek drank the cradle'. if you like raw acoustic and vocal harmonies you'll luff this stuff.

not much else as 8am creeps upon me. think I'll go have a smoke and watch the sun rise..

talk to me.

:: posted by Michael at 7:25 AM [+] ::

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