I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
This poem, the Talking Heads’ “Once in a Lifetime,” and Pete Townshend’s “Slit Skirts” all speak to the same experience, and they are all deeply meaningful to me. When David Byrne sings “this is not my beautiful house,” when Townshend sings”I can’t ever wear no ripped shirt,” they are essentially … Read Moresaying the thing as the line just quoted.
We all grow old and lose our vitality. Our heads fill with doubts, and we all wonder whether we dare eat a peach.
Sep 13, 01:43PM PDT | 2 comments
Still just stunning, and as I get older, it takes on additional meaning to me. I’ve always been insecure, now I’m approaching middle age and insecure.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
Sep 13, 09:26AM PDT | 1 cheer | 2 comments
Where the evening lay spread against the sky,
like a patient, etherised upon a table.
Mar 22, 2006, 06:29PM PST | 4 cheers | 15 comments
