Yearly Archive: 2007

30
Jun
2007

OH SAY CAN YOU SEE

Here in Sweden, next Wednesday is just another work day. The majority of people with whom I spend my time every day don’t know or care that the 4th of July has any special meaning. Considering that the Swedish national day is a latecomer and had nothing to do with winning independence from anyone, it’s not really surprising that national feeling doesn’t run particularly deep for a patriotic holiday. In fact, there are other countries nearby who actually celebrate THEIR national holidays on the day they gained independence from SWEDEN. I don’t know how it is for the rest of...

28
Jun
2007

SUPER STUPID, PLUS AN ANNOUNCEMENT

I have a superpower!! If you could choose a super power, what would you choose? Would you want to be invisible or able to fly or able to read minds? I think being able to fly would be really great. Or being able to instantly transport myself anywhere (or anywhen!) I wanted. THAT would be cool. Maybe super strength is your thing, or x-ray vision. Or turning things to gold, though that can get you into trouble as one Midas discovered a very long time ago. In The Incredibles, the whole family has super powers. The dad is super strong,...

26
Jun
2007

DOWN IN THE MOUTH

I’m not sure where it came from originally…some John Hughes pre-brat pack movie possibly, like Pretty in Pink, but do you know that totally teenager response to something someone says that starts like this only in a really sarcastic tone with a slight head-tilt/shake and an roll of the eyes thrown in for good measure?: Hell-o It looks pretty innocuous there in black and white type on the computer screen, doesn’t? Hello. 2 short syllables. Only in this context it’s no greeting, but a smart alecky wake-up jolt designed to denigrate the recipient’s intelligence and call their ancestry into question,...

25
Jun
2007

THE TEDIOUS SHORES OF LETHE

There is no lack of things I could be doing, and yet projects are sitting unfinished on the desk, on the art table, in the house, lurking in closets, and in the garden. I am not really procrastinating since none of these projects are urgent or, really, necessary, but if lethargy were currency, I’d be the richest woman in the world, baby! As it is, I seem to just be the most unmotivated one. I don’t feel particularly like recording or editing music, or editing journal books or working in my OH SO NEGLECTED collage book or even writing here...

23
Jun
2007

TIME FLIES LIKE AN ARROW…FRUIT FLIES LIKE A BANANA

Whoa! Did you see that? The day was SHORTER today. Darn that solstice for zooming up and passing us at the speed of light (ha! speed of light! Me so funny) when I was really just wanting it to stay spring forever. Note to self: start Christmas shopping, cuz here it comes I suppose that having it stay spring forever would entail moving somewhere like southern California where it’s (allegedly) 72 and sunny every damn day of the year. Do you live in southern California? If so, can you VERIFY, please? I suppose as well that if I actually DID...

21
Jun
2007

RING OUT SOLSTICE BELLS!

You sure couldn’t tell it was the longest day of the year here, what with the grey skies and cloud cover, but Happy Solstice anyway! I went to see Elton John in concert last night, a last-minute invitation from a good friend who had disinvited her husband because he’s been such a butthead lately. I hate to luck out on someone else’s marital problems, but it was fun to go to a concert, which I haven’t done in ages. The last time I saw Elton John I was in college and we sat on the lawn and he totally rocked...

18
Jun
2007

WHAT DO YOU CALL FOUR TERNS? A CIRCLE

How many species of common birds can you recognize on sight? Besides the flashy obviousities of bluejay, cardinal, hummingbird, oriole and robin, I mean? I’m not really thinking of the songbirds so much or the “little brown jobs” of field and hedge. And I’m not really thinking of the one-hit wonders of flamingo, pelican, parrot or ostrich, either, since I assume those are the ones EVERYONE knows, whether or not they’ve ever actually seen one in real life. There are an awful lot of big birds here in Sweden that I am now on familiar terms with that I had...

15
Jun
2007

THE DRESS OF THOUGHT, WITHOUT WHICH WE ARE NAKED*

I can’t imagine what I would do without words. Where would the poems go? Where would be the satisfaction of seeing my thoughts take shape before me in printed form, intangibles made solid and communicative? Into the sound of silence, the still and quiet spaces of speechlessness. How often do you stop and think about the words you use every day to express yourself? How often do you ponder word choices and regard with amazement the fact that you HAVE choices about the way you say things, the words you pluck from your braincase and plug into place in the...

13
Jun
2007

IN SUMMER, THE SONG SINGS ITSELF*

Where IS everybody? You’re certainly not commenting much. Are you reading? Are you already on vacation? Have you been hit by the summertime sluggishness? or the Junebugaloo? I make some minor noise about lofty reasons for writing in this journal, but really? It’s all about the comments. It’s all about the love, people, and I’m NOT FEELING THE LOVE! hahahahaha!!! Believe me, I am right there, up the same, still, weed-choked creek with you. Motivation is nowhere to be seen, perhaps it’s under a lilypad or over in the meadow, in the sand, in the sun. It cooled down drastically...

11
Jun
2007

WE CLOSE OUR EYES AND DREAM, AND THE WORLD HAS TURNED AROUND AGAIN

No clouds above, the sky is pure pale blue, its hem touched with lavender, with rose, with gold. The sun slants shadows long across the grass. Shadow trees with flickering leaves. Every country road is lined with tall, feather-tassel-topped grasses, bowing in the wind of the car’s passing. They dance a subtle sine-wave both fore and aft. Insects buzz and skip and copulate, it’s their season and they know it, though everything is green and lush, they’ve not eaten their fill yet. Bright red poppies, like drops of blood, like sun-kissed rubies, stitch up the edges of all the fields;...

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