Yesterday on tumblr many different things occurred; some of it true. For one, the sun came up; there were also many holiday/christmas/good cheer greetings/exchanges of recipes/food network photos (o.k., not true,) links to etsy (as if,) beefcake, beefsteak, and a few beefs, good weather, bad weather, embraced by family, missing family, disco balls, punk rock, hard rock, metal rock, soft rock, elvis & nat king cole, fashion (high & low,) literary references, quotes, rants, chagrin, amusement & reflection (you know who you are.)
Nature, as is its want, put on a display of magnificent proportions: referencing Maxfield Parrish & urban graffiti in equal amounts of color, form & volume; all that was missing was a signature (and a buyer/of its reality/surreality/dada/modernism/conceptualism/minimalism.)
After all these years here, oftentimes it feels brand new–each day–other times–each day–repetitive, faraway, isolated & lonely. I long for the city again, the energy, the pulse, the horns, the liveliness of it all. If M. were willing/the housing market too/I think we’d be out of here as quickly as the sun rises.
Even in this day of ‘social media’ where I can connect with so many people so easily (& so smartly–I know it’s pandering to your baser instincts, but who doesn’t like a compliment now & then?) I believe I’m reaching a burnout point–and yet, on fire too, with possibilities/opportunities/youth.
But these contrasts & comparisons(the new journalism) bring to me visions/sightings/dreams/harsh reality/of the frigid dawn/tumescent land pushing hard into the soft folds of the ocean/purple headland diving, diving, diving under the liquid cover of the sea/dragging me down, kelp hair streaming behind, in extremis.
And yet. And yet. And yet, the words/thoughts/deeds/action/stasis all draw me, like the line of a jet trail and its symbol of hope/adventure/anticipation gradually building its rhythm & intensity/the roar of its engine ever so faintly falling falling falling to my bony labyrinth, reverberating/resonating/revealing its truth.