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Something from Lee Bozeman, again. He says things the way I'd like to say them.

“The house is quiet tonight and I am thinking about my wife. Somewhere inside, when I am not distracted I feel a great longing, a reaching out toward her. An inexplicable thing. It is a gift to love. I see all of our life around me and want to shore it up against trouble, against ruin, and endings. Save it from darkness. Fill it with light. The train rides in the city, small talk, the tree and the photograph, ice skaters and the hard coldness and a familiar and most loved face. The most loved face."

posted by ethan # 10/17/2011 06:30:00 PM

I’m playing music again, with Ryan, Nate and Phil. Good and loud, lots of energy, fairly mindless. Grinderman and the Stooges. Not the kind of drums I’m used to playing, so I keep it simple and hopefully don't hold everybody back too much. It’s a real thrill to play again, after thinking I probably never would, and to feel the wall of noise and hear the ringing in your ears. Put some more miles on the drumset. They’re good guys and good fun. Not the same vision or vibe that Contrail had, but then there will never be another Contrail, not for me anyway. Certainly less stressful than Contrail got to be at times. Obviously I'm biased.

Still reading Hopkins’ journals and still thoroughly enjoying it. I’m working on a story now, with him as a character, which I’m fairly enthused about. Maybe acknowledging it on here will hold me accountable to see it through to the end. If I do you’ll be the first to know. Finishing them is always the hard part, though ideas don’t come to me as easily as to others, either, and the ones I do have I don’t usually like. It’s a discipline, like most good things.

Thinking about the self-absorption of writing a blog, and of writing stories or poems too. It’s not inevitable but I know it’s too often true in my case. As if I have something to say. Thinking about Hopkins and his motivations, about “Christ, who prizes, is proud of, and admires, more than any man, more than the receiver himself can, the gifts of his own making.” Who “plays in ten thousand places.”

Listening:

The Clientele: Suburban Light

Starflyer 59: Talking Voice vs. Singing Voice

Bob Dylan: Blonde on Blonde

posted by ethan # 10/12/2011 07:51:00 PM

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