Saturday, April 25, 2009

think.

There's a branch of vitality that has everything to do with death, with mortality and the absolute end of a simple existence. Without the understanding that there's no escape hatch when the lights start to dim and where the embalmer makes his bread, one is unfortunately disillusioned and cannot successfully live it up. Without embracing the fragility of life, the capacity to experience richness in life is lessened. Death legitimizes life, to some extent, and some of the most interesting thoughts come when death is broached and really examined with a fine-toothed comb. The thought of death is so suggestive of tragedy and such a languid supposition that it never really feels like it's breathing our air, but when it's put into the right contexts and those carpe diem birds start chirping as if they've just bathed in the mystic prowess of promised daybreak, death is as lovely and invigorating a concept as anything. It can be the same as a crisp autumn morning, maybe with exhalations coming out white, but still toasty only because thinking of death and one's eminent demise can force a person to truly get to living, as flowery as that may sound.

have a lovely day.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

.....


isnt much that i feel i need
a solid soul, and the blood i bleed.
with a little girl, and by my spouse,
i only want a proper house.



i ran out of effin fish oil. i bought the church hams for easter. i wore loafers with no socks. is it still winter? im getting fat. listening to a lot of reggae lately, and animal collective. if you couldnt tell. im sleeping too much. all i wanna do is sleep.