in those days...

i will defensively mention it really bugs me that the front of the car is clipped in the pic and the spoiler on the back isnt visible. but im not losing sleep over it. :)

hheeeeyy

went back to the garden

sat in the sun. talked to my plants. harvested my first parsnip. consciously carried the weight of love. made lunch.

Song


The weight of the world
       is love.
Under the burden
       of solitude,
under the burden
       of dissatisfaction


       the weight,
the weight we carry
       is love.


Who can deny?
       In dreams
it touches
       the body,
in thought
       constructs
a miracle,
       in imagination
anguishes
       till born
in human--


looks out of the heart
       burning with purity--
for the burden of life
       is love,


but we carry the weight
       wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
       at last,
must rest in the arms
       of love.


No rest
       without love,
no sleep
       without dreams
of love--
       be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
       or machines,
the final wish
       is love
--cannot be bitter
       cannot deny,
cannot withold
       if denied:


the weight is too heavy


       --must give
for no return
       as thought
is given
       in solitude
in all the excellence
       of its excess.


The warm bodies
       shine together
in the darkness,
       the hand moves
to the center
       of the flesh,
the skin trembles
       in happiness
and the soul comes
       joyful to the eye--


yes, yes,
       that's what
I wanted,
       I always wanted,
I always wanted,
       to return
to the body
       where I was born.



       Allen Ginsberg, San Jose, 1954

...just to mention,
how full of savor France is.
driving an '09 6spd diesel audi a3 convertible around bordeaux to the bassin d'arcachon, one day somewhere near the ocean in a sweet clean settled roomy restaurant surrounded by a blur of fast spoken french, i got to drink a few glasses of a super red wine and sit still to pause and reflect on a perfect plate of St. Jacque scallops. and watch cars drive by.
heaven.

Akrowa Dance Ensemble, Drumming in Kokrobite Ghana

i just scrolled down the front page of the huffington post, the whole way down, my face a foot from the screen, im leanin in shaking my head going what? what? what? what? to every single story. are their posts always that controversial? what the hell is going on out there?      ok     well, im going to france. on tuesday. i'll report back.