Friday, February 26, 2010
Morning Inspiration
Driving Westward
Age, grief, perversities
of lovers and investments
vanish in the exhalation
of our speed or, hydrocarbon
ghosts, hover beyond tinted glass.
Points of departure and destination
are folded away in paper maps
when we enter the 4-lane fairyland
swinging like bells
for some nameless jubilee.
Who has not known as driver
before the bright controls
this hubris of the freeway
this rapture of the horizontal
plunge into receding sanity?
Here at our slightest touch
musicians hanging in the wind
spend, spend their sweetness
into our cells of chrome and foam
our lives their opera.
The slow God shepherding
his clouds across blue pastures
dissolves before our eyes
the land unrolls like doomsday
and all our coffins fly into the sun.
-Virginia Hamilton Adair
Friday, February 12, 2010
Venezia
Being in Venice is a completely surreal experience.... The crumbling architecture sinking into the lagoon is haunting and overwhelmingly enchanting. Step away from the tourist areas, and the narrow alleys echo with the sound of your footsteps upon 12th century stones, the occasional flap of a seagulls wings, the violin from a distant window. The salty smell of the Adriatic fills the air along with children's laughter and the clinking of wine glasses amongst friends. After a shot of grappa, you start to remember that life is and should be this simple and beautiful... And there you stand... Your head filled with dreams of ancient civilizations and fallen empires... as small as the blink of an eye in time... and there you stand.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Iphone
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