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Flying Lotus “Until The Quiet Comes”, directed by Kahlil Joseph
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3 things I miss about New Mexico. Family, weather, and food.
Ovid in Tears
by Jack Gilbert
Love is like a garden in the heart, he said.
They asked him what he meant by garden.
He explained about gardens. “In the cities,”
he said, “there are places walled off where color
and decorum are magnified into a civilization.
Like a beautiful woman,” he said. How like
a woman, they asked. He remembered their wives
and said garden was just a figure of speech,
then called for drinks all around. Two rounds
later he was crying. Talking about how Charlemagne
couldn’t read but still made a world. About Hagia
Sophia and putting a round dome on a square
base after nine hundred years of failure.
The hand holding him slipped and he fell.
“White stone in the white sunlight,” he said
as they picked him up. “Not the great fires
built on the edge of the world.” His voice grew
fainter as they carried him away. “Both the melody
and the symphony. The imperfect dancing
in the beautiful dance. The dance most of all.”
A new favorite
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To so many creative people I know and don’t know that are making/doing amazing things. Keep doing it. Keep going.
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Albuquerque aquarium, 2013.
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Curled my hair. Came out looking like Medusa.