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Fool and contradiction.
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Revelations in the Woods in anticlimatic
The lady and I went for a stroll in the woods down by the river at dusk. Another hot late summer evening. Found this flower on the way, a ratty purple one that smelled like the inside of a tire a...
I dreamed I was eternal in anticlimatic
Just had a queer old bit of memory fall into my lap. Some time before adolescence. Just before it. Autumn season, my dad in the kitchen. Or grabbing wood outside. A particular smell that I can’t ...
Another Hot Night in anticlimatic
What a glorious, hot evening. I grew up hating hot evenings, but have come to adore them. Time feels like it slows down to nothing. Warm eternity to float in. I’ve got some country music on the ...
Midnight Rider in anticlimatic
I’ll never get enough of strolling street lit residentials in the towns and cities in which I live. I’ve always done it. It’s as home to me of a thing as a hug from my mom. In the late summer- th...
What I'd Be Without You in anticlimatic
Remember this show? Paul McCartney said that song was the most beautiful song ever written, and it does something for me here. I vaguely remember the plot, having watched it probably over a deca...
A box fan in the window kind of night. in anticlimatic
Went for a midnight bike ride through the neighborhood a moment ago. Tonight is one of those rare, once or twice a summer, hot and humid overnights. Like a piston chamber compressing gas before t...
Something about the shot of the plane... in anticlimatic
I don’t know if it’s the buildings, the angle, the speed of it, the light, the music…but it touches me on such a level. Like, something I know I’ve seen- or felt- sometime before I was born. Some...
It Was A Very Good Year in anticlimatic
I’ve been reminiscing on my 17th year lately. I almost can’t believe it happened. Hard to imagine that world existing at all, though it seems a much saner world. I cannot express what a queer fee...
Drifting Magic in anticlimatic
My connection to things great and mystically lovely continues to deteriorate. I wonder if it is in direct proportion to the amount of responsibility and goals I have accrued in my life at this po...
Do you follow the way of nature, or the way of grace? in anticlimatic
I’d say I’m mostly governed by nature, but I’m not sure one has to choose a path. I think everyone is some degree of both. I wish I had more grace, though I suppose I’ve wished that for a long t...
Chim-Chim! Cheroo! in anticlimatic
I’ve been slowly dismantling my chimney since early July, which runs up the side of my particularly tall house, through the soffit, and up over the western gable- where it has been noticeably cru...
Jazz Hour in anticlimatic
It’s jazz hour on NPR. I can hear it as we speak, on low, coming from the Town Crier Radio in the kitchen. A real slow number- which are usually my favorites. A piano and a muted trumpet maybe, n...
The Nature Of Things in anticlimatic
Childhood felt like a box, in hindsight. Just sort of placed in this small area with the fence of my parents gaze and grab to keep me in it. Often the box moved places– my uncle’s low rickety lea...
Craving in anticlimatic
I am very much wanting something inspiring in a very particular way. I would like something whimsical and magical. Something out of a dream. Or a fresh town in the evening. I love my life, but I ...
Time traveler, by trade in anticlimatic
Drove a road today that exists in a number of different universes in my memory and imagination. People don’t steward things for very long, even though it seems eternal. What’s interesting is that...
Wearing white gloves in anticlimatic
God I love this song. I can’t get over it. It sounds like a cross between Sade, Santo and Johnny, and spring rainstorms…and it’s really caught me in a particular mood. I feel like someone is mis...
Enmity Paradox in anticlimatic
I think it is rare to really dislike someone after you’ve gotten to know them. Which is something you can’t do if you dislike them, as they then repel such endeavors. So it would seem that the ...
Were boomers peak civilization? in anticlimatic
I can’t stop watching this video. There has always been something about the 60s and 70s that dominated my thoughts growing up, and often in adulthood. I think I figured it out. It’s like looking...
Sweet Grass in anticlimatic
Gosh what a beautiful evening. Girlfriend and I took a delightful stroll around town near midnight with our cat Charlotte shadowing us. The smell outside tonight, after this fluke 98 degree day i...
One last thought of winter in anticlimatic
Just had an interesting burst of memory. The downstairs bedroom of my grandparents house when I was a kid, in the dark, with a smell of winter and old potpourri. The walls smelled too, I think. T...
Disjointed in anticlimatic
Spring is cruising by at full steam. I have the peculiar (and unexpected) opportunity of working with a man in the same field, who is retiring, and wants to hand off his clients. This on top of m...
Shiny Happy People in anticlimatic
I never bothered listening to this song because I always assumed it would annoy me. Somehow I got the idea it was a celebration of hippies, but apparently it’s an ironic critique of Chinese propa...
Summer; Sunday in anticlimatic
Looking back on my life I think about waking up on my parents couch some sunday morning in the summer to the sound of my mom doing dishes, the smell of burnt toast and coco wheats for my baby bro...
Khrungbin in anticlimatic
Stumbled onto this video a little while ago and was pretty impressed. I asked my good friend out west, who is a dedicated guitarist and who keeps his finger on the pulse of contemporary talent, i...
Breath Of Spring in anticlimatic
Some spring plants were set up in the aisle at the hardware store today for fifty percent off. Daffodils and lilies and other pastel shaded flowers with pale green stalks and leaves. Fools Spring...
