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3.31.2011
prince concert hangover
i could spend my lifetime telling you about my love of prince and his music. prince provided the background music for my very first memories of life it seems. and, since then, an album / era has defined a different part of my experience. "purple rain" and "parade" was elementary school; "the symbol album" was high school; "the gold experience" and "emancipation" was college; the rainbow children was anderson; lotusflow3r is charleston.
so it came as no surprise that it felt like my birthday when it was announced that he was coming to charleston on march 30. really? prince in charleston? i still didn't believe it, as i approached the stadium for the show. the "welcome 2 america" tour stopped in new jersey and new york and the west coast after that. so why charleston? whatever the reason, i am thankful.
i've seen him live 5 times now. each show is better than the last. last night's show was electric. he did all of the hits. the energy was out of this world. and i'm glad that last night's show was different from the december, 2010 show in jersey. favorite moments? hearing "uptown" live for the first time. that rendition of "adore." hearing "peach" with all of the lights on. and "purple rain" never, ever, ever, ever gets old.
my only wish is that he would do a tour with all new songs, like the "one night alone" tour, in support of "the rainbow children." "20ten" deserves to be on stage. do it, brother.
he said he would return to the carolinas really soon. dear God, I hope so.
listening to: cass mccombs // wit's end
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1.18.2011
new album is done!
thank you, travis pearson. i was in a rut with creating music. for some reason, i was closed off to it. 2010 was the first year since i moved to charleston that i didn't record an album.
and then travis approached me about doing the soundtrack for his "sunday rain" project.
i've always wanted to do a soundtrack. most of my music and art are created visually, so it definitely made sense. doing a soundtrack gave me a beautiful challenge - representing travis' work musically - especially coming from a place where i wasn't as confident as i have been - was just the answer to the mental block i've been going through.
i started recording on jan. 1, and finished it yesterday. i think you'll like it. it has soul. items used in its creation: my Boss Dr-202 drum machine, an android app, magix music maker, audacity, freesound.org and a few bottles of champagne.
here is a teaser video
tracklist. (run time: 38:19)
1. put words to paper
2. naked, fully clothed
3. elapsed time / remaining time
4. aya's lament
5. perfect and peaceful
6. shadow and sound
7. to share intimacy
8. we keep breathing
9. back to the beginning
10. heart wakes up
11. absense
12. making the intangible tangible
13. she's slipping away
14. still
listening to: trent reznor and atticus ross // the social network
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11.25.2010
!!!!!!!!!!!
I'M SEEING PRINCE IN EAST RUTHERFORD, NJ ON DECEMBER 17
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh, and i uploaded a new video for the newest poem.
listening to: kate bush // the sensual world
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11.22.2010
visions of joanna
i went to asheville to see joanna newsom. and she was brilliant. i haven't seen a show that good since .... massive attack in asheville three weeks earlier.
so there she was, all confident and sexy, with her harp on stage. she opened with "the book of right on." and did "have one on me." and "autumn." and "good intentions paving company." and damn, it was perfect.
her encore was "sadie" (by request) and "baby birch." i couldn't have asked for anything more. i ended up getting "ys." on vinyl, because i need to reconnect with that album.
the asheville trip was peaceful. honestly, it felt good to be anonymous. i did a lot of browsing downtown at the local shops, and spent entirely too long at malaprops, of course.
that city has become like a second home to me.
listening to: kate bush // never for ever
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11.13.2010
evolution?
lately, i've been thinking about art and audiences.
why do audiences give up on artists when they get older? is youth really that sacred? do you lose trust? is a new paul mccartney album automatically not as good as the music he did when he was in his 20s? does your curiousity run dry? should an artist suffer because of that, especially when they are still hungry?
this comes up whenever i hear someone say "i like (insert artist's name)'s older stuff better than their newer stuff." the journey of the artist is not up to the audience. and, often, an artist's worth is solely up to your personal experience - and not the art itself.
take bob dylan, for instance. what if your first dylan album was "love and theft." you listen to "love and theft" everyday. that shit really affects you. you love all of the lyrics, the songs, the arrangements. it's probably your favorite dylan album.
then someone comes around and tells you that it's not as good as his earlier work. really? it's more about experience.
it's interesting to me.
i tend to trust an artist MORE when they get older. the artist's experience is immense, by that time. you can't touch it.
so, give me "love and theft" anyday. and i'll wait in line for joni mitchell's new album (please, joni, make another one) without hesitation ...
listening to: anais mitchell // hadestown
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11.03.2010
a live track
this is a (spotty) live recording of a poem i did at the peace one day festival with stuart white on drums and bill carson on guitar. even though it's not the best recording, this performance captures the spirit of the poem better than any other time i've done it.
click here for the mp3.
listening to: anais mitchell // hadestown
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10.29.2010
proof i've lost my mind
download this
listening to: sufjan stevens // the age of adz
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09.10.2010
they say the moonflower blooms at night.
the dreamer wears a crown on his heart.
he's been planting flowers in her garden,
watering them with jewels
and reaching for silver sunlight
in the morning air.
even when his voice is dry,
he floods her door with poems
and takes them, one by one,
drawing lines in the sand.
the dreamer plucks lilies from silence
and lavender from the ether,
hoping that love will blossom.
what lies beneath the root is truth,
watered down to the soul.
listening to: dan auerbach // keep it hid
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09.09.2010
language
words i'm trying to eliminate from my vocabulary:
special
sorry
hate
no
want
try
listening to: flying lotus // cosmogramma
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08.29.2010
conversation 16
i started a new video feed on vimeo. it's a place for experiments, visual poems, music videos, etc. filming myself has been a great way for me to memorize my poems. i have a MOJA show on oct. 1, and i'm looking to debut a lot of new spoken word pieces during that performance.
also, i'm putting a lot of energy toward my music again. i recorded something new, and immediately made a video for it. methinks the new album will be called "2:11." there will be 11 songs, and each song will be 2 minutes and 11 seconds long. in keeping with the 11:11 theme, of course. you know me ... i always need a theme before i start a project. so there you go. expect it to be completed by 10/29.
so many events coming up!
i'm scoring a film for travis pearson. deadline is sept. 11
writing poetry for two local calendars
sept 15: acoustic porch performance in park circle
sept. 19: peace day performance in north charleston
sept. 23: speak to college of charleston students
oct. 1: MOJA performance with stuart white
oct. 9: participate in the edgar allen poe event
nov. 6: capital bookfest performance
nov. 7: host a fashion show at chai's
yes, yes.
did i mention the videos? http://www.vimeo.com/marcusamaker? hmmm?
listening to: last days // the safety of the north
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08.28.2010
pk VII
I went to Pecha Kucha VII with someone who recently moved to Charleston.
“There’s nothing that better explains what this city is really about than this,” I told her.
It was interesting to watch her take it all in. She is still learning about Charleston, and was introduced to a lot of the creatives who have made this city a top notch destination in the country.
Experiencing Pecha Kucha through her eyes gave me a heightened appreciation for what the folks at Parliament and New Carolina have done. PK is much more than a night for creatives to talk. It has the energy of a rock concert. It feels like a reunion of all of your closest friends. It will inspire you as much as anything you will ever do in Charleston.
I was lucky enough to be one of the speakers for the first Pecha Kucha, back in November of 2008. I also hosted PK3, in July of 2009, and wrote some silly haikus.
Each Pecha Kucha has a different energy, but there was something extra special about PK7. Nathan Durfee was a comforting and funny MC. Mitchell Davis’ informative and inspiring presentation set the tone perfectly. Christopher Zorn’s Open Source Software was mind bending and entertaining. And Stephen Ramos’ speech made me take notes, envisioning a future for Charleston that I previously thought impossible.
And then there was Ayoka Lucas – all confident and beautiful, speaking about the evolution of Charleston’s fashion scene. David “Funkatude” Boatwright and Brad Ball also did an exceptional job with their humble and impressive presentations.
But the biggest highlight? Leah Suarez.
Leah was poetic and calming, saying so much with the simple words “I am … ”
And when drummer Nick Jenkins joined her on stage, the packed Sottile Theater was comfortably silent. It was magic.
Simply put, Pecha Kucha VII was the best one so far. And that’s saying a lot, considering the other ones were also beautiful.
“I’m so glad I moved here,” my friend said, as we walked away from the theater.
I feel the exact same way.
listening to: autechre // move of ten
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08.09.2010
lavaux
"i had a dream last night that i was fine for the first time / and in the dream i could pilot my flight with the thoughts in my mind"
thank you, prince for another solid album that the mass media will ultimately ignore.
i know you are one of my teachers, so i'm a little biased. but, really. this is a good album. "sticky like glue" is on repeat - super fun, funky and ... smart. and then "act of god" has some of the best rhythm guitar you've done in years. in fact, that trademark jangly rhythm guitar is all over this thing. "future soul song" sounds like an updated "the beautiful ones."
and even though "everybody loves me" is corny as hell, i often find myself dancing to it all night in my house.
thank you, friends, for introducing me to yoga. i tried it for the first time last week and absolutely LOVED it. mind and body are connected - and yoga helps you expand both. at the same time. it's wild. i'm going to do it again very, very soon.
thank you, transformus, for another amazing experience. i took video. click it.
thank you, caroline, for my journal. i write in it every day. pen and paper = love. it's why i don't update my web site as much.
thank you, muse, for continuing to inspire me.
listening to: the national // high violet
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07.12.2010
t r a n s f o r m u s
last year, olivia insisted that i go. she said it would change my life. i resisted. she persisted. i ended up going.
and she was right.
my first experience with transformus wasn't perfect. i went in with an open mind, but was very naive to the experience at first. in fact, that first night was a nightmare. i couldn't find the camp, i didn't have a flashlight, i was ... lost.
soon, though, it really did transform me.
i quickly got used to what it was really about - about being free. about transforming your reality. i became more open to my core. to love. my time there felt organic. it was like i came home.
my second transformus will happen in three days. and i can't wait. like last year, it is coming at the perfect time. i need a cleansing. i will report back with photos and stories. and my friends will see it in me. i'll tell them that i had to leave home to go home.
listening to: dirty projectors + bjork // Mount Wittenberg Orca
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06.28.2010
all moved in
that's just some of the sights of the loft. i love it here. truly. this has been a positive step in my life. and it's starting to feel like home. i definitely made a lot of memories in my old place - shit, i was there for 6 years and recorded all of my albums & wrote most of my poems in that house.
the loft has a new energy. i'm looking forward to seeing what art i create while living here. but i am being careful with my ego - i can't put too much emotional energy into the loft. because it is just a thing.
i did a show at aster hall last week and it felt gooooooooooooood. who knows why i've neglected that side of my personality for so long. i really haven't been doing much poetry performances lately, even though i've been writing a lot.
but i have a feeling you will all see me on stage more. that's when i feel the most alive.
i've also started thinking of a new album ... as always, it has to be different than the last. i find that i can't start a big project if it doesn't have some sort of theme to it. it just can't be random songs, random poems. there has to be a connection.
knowing me, though, there will be a new album up on here next week and i won't even know where it came from.
another thing that's happening is a move toward spirituality. i've been on this path for a long time now, but didn't have a name for it. it was just a natural way of being. and someone calls it "spirituality" ... so i guess that's what it is. lots of books, lots of journaling, lots of ... awareness.
listening to: the roots // how i got over
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04.26.2010
your next bold move
i've decided to make the step into owning a home. a loft, to be specific.
i've lived and loved in my current place for 7 years, but there's something moving me in another direction. i can't explain it, but it's the right move.
not that it's been easy.
buying a place means dealing with credit, loans, mortgages, tax credits, all-day classes at libraries. grown-up stuff. but, again, there's something bigger going on here.
i can't wait. the francis street lofts are uber hip - modern looking and beautiful. great location (next to hampton park, near moe's crosstown and work, still). i can still ride my bike everywhere. and i get a 42-inch plasma TV. wooo.
i'll post pics and video once i get there. and i'll invite you over for some drinks.
listening to: the national // high violet
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03.30.2010
it happens.
i get obsessed with new albums. it takes over my life. and 2010 has been RIDICULOUS. lots of healthy obsessions ...
autechre, joanna newsom, RJD2, metavari, sidewalk chalk, sade, bear in heaven, four tet, gorillaz, the q4, the album leaf ... and now erykah badu.
oh, erykah. you've blown me away with this "return of the ankh" shit. i mean, really. "you loving me (your funeral)" is brilliant. and "window seat." and "20 feet tall." and "gone baby, don't be long." only you could do a song called "umm hmm" and make it work. for real. i'm floored. listening to it now. can't type. complete. sentences.
this album is a brutal honest look at love. but it's so beautiful. thank you.
listening to: take a guess
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03.18.2010
what's really behind the 'scene'
i am alive. so alive. sometimes i feel overwhelmed with it. sometimes i'm so at peace with life that i have moments of complete and utter bliss. perfection.
it's because of rachbob. it's because of this, it's because of work.
let me talk about work. lately, i've i run into people who want me to "bring down" the city paper. it should be known that i am not trying to do that. (because, seriously? i can't). and i am not coming at this from a money angle. that's for the bean counters and that is an angle that really has no place in my energy or ego. it's unhealthy.
i want to make change. i want to influence people's lives in a positive way. expose the city to the light that is charleston. and not compete. at all. please do not project that on to me.
what can i say? call me a hippie.
the change is already happening. after the second issue, i see things happening for the artists we profile. love it.
since i last updated the blog, i've gotten into doing video. this is the one that really kicked that passion into gear. i love carrying my little vado hd around and capturing events in charleston. there's SO MUCH going on, it's pretty crazy.
until the next update ...
listening to: joanna newsom//have one on me.
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03.17.2010
windfall rainfall
I.
somewhere
the rain falls like snow flurries
and a woman is covered in clouds,
finding angels in the ground,
bearing the weight of heaven's fog
through an inner silence.
II.
sometimes,
the air is so thick
it makes her drunk
and no amount of peace
can shield the persistence
of a storm.
III.
somehow,
a forecast
is more than just foreshadowing -
it is the mirror of your true self
breaking through
the gray.
listening to: metavari//Be One Of Us And Hear No Noise.
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11.21.2009
true story:
in the last two days, i
met a member of the village people
went to a party where cell phones and cameras weren't allowed
touched two real, live camels
stood two feet away from mackenzie phillips
ordered a blue martini from a man who was covered in fruit (in a bathtub)
... and the weekend just started.
listening to: janet jackson//janet.
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11.12.2009
at the dawning ...
how do you stand still
when a woman is an earthquake,
shaking the ground
beneath your feet?
how do you act cool
when she is a volcano,
erupting fire in your veins?
how do you tiptoe
around the remains of the past
that lay sleeping
in the darkened corners of your mind?
how did you find
yourself drowning in desire
after your heart
suffered a deep, long drought?
why do we doubt love
when its truth is never hiding,
and why does she remind me
of the red sun's rising?
what are the questions
we are afraid of,
and how do i get
to the answers?
listening to: the flaming lips//embryonic
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11.05.2009
for 26 years ...
i have been making music. how crazy is that? i unleashed the latest one, digital detox, on my birthday. and i'm proud of it. i'm also proud of how uncompromising it is (to me, at least).
i can't accurately describe the intense, electric rush i get when i am creating something that i believe in. it's a feeling that nothing else but love can touch. in creating the new album, i locked myself up in my house for a few weeks and sketched out the whole thing visually before laying it down on my computer. this is the process i've kept since i was a little kid. it's natural to me.
anyway, thanks for the positive responses to it. because i know that shit is weird. haha.
speaking of music, it's that time of the year again when AMAZING albums have been unleashed. volcano choir?yes. the new flaming lips? yes. that album by erin mckeown? hell yes. love it all.
i've started conceptualizing the new poetry book - it's going to be an online thing, with artwork and some spoken word pieces. that's going to take up a lot of my energy and carry me on into the new year.
and after that? starting a hip-hop/jazz/improv band in charleston. you heard it here first.
listening to: volcano choir//unmap
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11.02.2009
i am a lucky boy
click here
listening to: volcano choir//unmap
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10.05.2009
amazing.
i live a blessed life. i feel so lucky for all that i've accomplished, and the knowledge that i have so much left to learn. for that, i am thankful.
so let me update you on the last few weeks.
i went to beaufort to perform in the monthly poetry and pancakes event and had a great time. i performed in the slam, and came in second place. the room and the vibe was so positive. i fed off of that energy and was even dancing by the end of the night. having all-you-can-eat pancakes doesn't hurt, either.
last week, i was invited to a fundraiser for charleston stage, which was also awesome. i think back to a year ago, when i was new at the preview job. i went to a similar event, and wasn't as comfortable as i am now. now, though, i get it and i know how important those events are.
and wow - charleston magazine chose me as "one of charleston's 15 most intriguing people." still can't believe that. damn, though, i'm happy about that. really cool.
also, the weekly TV show is in full effect. i have a spot on "in the news with warren peper" to talk about preview. the show airs every day at 3 and 8 p.m. check it out.
last weekend i went to st. augustine with jason and matt. the ultimate guys weekend? why, yes. we even saw the jacksonville jaguars play the titans. it doesn't get much better than that.
listening to: gossip//music for men
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09.03.2009
pure energy ... (updated)
remember a few blogs back when i said i was going to put more energy into my performances? check it:
aug. 29: performance for possible ETV show in north charleston
sept. 5: a 30 minute spoken- word performance for the park circle play fest
sept. 12: a 30 minute poetry reading (not performance) for the play fest
sept. 19: performance for the mahsati janan belly dancing show in north charleston
sept. 20: peace one day event at the music farm
sept. 21: lecture for redux's double vision series
sept. 26: slam competition in beaufort
oct. 25: opening up for lindsay holler at the pour house
nov. 7: performance for kulture klash
am i forgetting something?
listening to: a very good mix cd someone gave me.
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08.03.2009
the spark
i'm thinking this is going to be the cover of the new book. it's going to be a DIY-type thing ... containing all of the poems post-"paper cut." i'll have it as a download on the web site and i'm putting it together now. the pic was taken by jason, who is a kick ass mofo.
speaking of poems, i've been on a tear lately. one dark one, one light one. both good, in my opinion. many more to come.
(and on a random note, how much fun was fr3sh?
listening to: the national//alligator
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07.27.2009
what kindness ...
an e-mail from local artist danita cole, after i gave her some press:
"and marcus, thanks for making my opening a success! i sold one original painting to a research compliance coordinator from c of c, got a commission and sold a ton of supplies for wax art. nice.
i love that you are a fan; i feel your love radiate from your chest like the shield of a warrior. how can that ever be bad?!!"
this is why i love my job.
listening to: mogwai//mr. beast
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07.25.2009
an e-mail sent to a friend ...
i kept thinking about you this weekend. i went to transformus, a camping / arts / burn festival in the mountains of asheville. you would have loved it.
it is completely community driven - no corporate sponsors, no electricity, no vendors, no money allowed. i totally got use to that idea. one person made me recite a poem for some food. another just wanted a hug. there was a camp area called IHOP - "intergalactic house of pancakes" and they made AMAZING food. there was a dance floor. there were DJ booths. all off of generators. really amazing.
an e-mail won't even begin to explain my experience there. i totally had a personal and spiritual awakening.
i arrived on friday with a negative mind. i had been in tears for a lot of the drive, and there was a moment when i broke down about ... that first night.
and then ... saturday. i got more comfortable, and started to really take advantage of my surroundings. the big burn was saturday night, and i made it a point to write down, on 2 sheets of paper, what i wanted to let go of. the things i needed to "burn" emotionally to become a more spiritual person. i threw those pieces of paper in the fire.
knowing that others did the same thing, made it a really powerful experience. everyone's energy was going into that fire. and we all danced around it, hugged, cried and partied. the hours after the burn were the lightest i have ever felt.
i hope your weekend went well, too ... i am on a high.
listening to: st. vincent//actor
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07.12.2009
strong black vine ...
my college life was defined by four things. 1) unrequited love, 2) bad poetry, 3) ani difranco, 4) tori amos.
my connection to tori amos' music, after hearing "under the pink," took over my life. it was a deep emotional journey. an awakening, of sorts. i never heard anything like her before and drowned myself in everything that she released, said and created.
over time, my love for her faded to the background. i still called myself a fan, but i loosened my emotional grip on her as i matured and grew into my own art and other artists.
i have to say, though, this new album, "abnormally attracted to sin," is slowly pulling me back in. the last time i really submerged myself in all-things tori was "scarlet's walk." fucking brilliant album. though i got the stuff in between (and really enjoyed "american doll posse"), this new one feels different. it took some time, but i think this is some of the best stuff she's done.
and i hated it when i first heard it. ha. here's to taking time with music.
despite this post, i'm listening to: st. vincent//actor
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07.09.2009
bull black nova
i'm getting ready to put more energy to my art + performances. within the next two months and 4 days, i'm going to update charlestonpoets.com with three new projects: the new album, new artwork and visual poems. all 3 will be free. (donations accepted, of course).
i'm afraid of my ego. and whenever things get too much for me, i take a break and turn that part of my life off. i really think, though, if i put enough energy to performing a lot, things can take off. i just have to make sure i'm still having fun.
i did a show at the upper deck with jonathan, tina and aaron. i performed poems with a band, and tina painted live. it was magic, and lit a fire that had been smoldering for a few months. and now i'm jumping full steam ahead into some new shows. ("fr3sh" is august 1. super excited about that).
you know what my new big passion is? food. the culinary scene in charleston. it's fantastic here, beyond words. i'm pretty much in love with shine and the glass onion. next time i rent a car, i'm going to head out to some places in the north area, as well. i've devoted a lot of space to covering food in preview, as well.
this blog is random. time to go on a bike ride.
listening to: fever ray//fever ray
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07.01.2009
he's gone?
michael jackson was always bigger than life. there's no way to accurately weigh his impact on music, our culture, our life.
right now it feels like it did in the '80s, when you couldn't escape his image and his songs. bevin and i were riding bikes and heard "beat it" blasting in a car. at the recovery room later, we heard 5 songs from the jukebox. two more songs popped up when turning the radio dial. he's everywhere.
i'm more interested in the songs that people aren't familiar with. i've been digging deep into "invincible" - what makes someone create art when they really don't have to anymore? that's why i am so intrigued by artists when they get older (dylan, mitchell, mccartney, etc.) - they could just do tours of old material and end it at that. but it's inspiring to hear new music. to know that an icon is still hungry. it's great.
and "invincible" has a lot of gems - if he released "butterflies" or "cry" or the title track in 1984, he would have notched three more no. 1's. easily.
i'm emotional about all of this. like many kids who grew up in the '80s, MJ was my life. true, ulitmately prince was (and still is) all i needed, but once "thriller" and "bad" dropped, it was like entering another universe. i have so many memories.
it still doesn't seem real.
here's hoping people let him rest in peace. here's hoping all of you justin timberlake fans know where JT stole it from. here's to one of the greatest performers to ever walk this earth.
listening to: michael jackson//invincible
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05.22.2009
the best thing i've created?
yep. another record. this one is violent, glitchy, sharp, super focused, noisy, so electronic the circuits jump out of the speakers, uncompromising, weird, chaotic and waste-deep in its love of NIN's "year zero."
it's a concept album about the dangers of the internet, and social networking sites. sparked from the realization that i am too emotionally involved in this stuff sometimes. i'm singing on it and using my voice a lot more. 6 songs that i wrote. with melodies and shit. the trick? finding beauty in chaos. recorded over 3 weeks.
two things happened that sparked my creativity - love + music. when love finds me (bevin? hi.), and new music comes out that is inspiring (prince, prince, prince), then nothing can stop me.
you'll be hearing it soon.
it's "digital detox." running time: 37:51
tracklisting:
1. digital ...
2. 4:02
3. the gl:tch
4. ?
5. survival
6. the first breakthrough
7. the gl:tch 2
8. @you
9. 4:03
10. free.yerself
11. the gl:tch 3
12. dot
13. vs. analog
14. RFID
15. 4:04
16. ... detox
listening to: nine inch nails//year zero
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05.08.2009
what a dream ...
last night i dreamt that some friends and i were out of town for a concert. we rented a hotel room, and i left the room at the crack of dawn because i couldn't sleep.
what i experienced during that time period was amazing - vibrant green and blue colors dancing in front of me, the smell of honeydew, raindrops suspended in the air. (sure, this sounds like an acid trip, but read further ...)
during that experience, i was lifted into the air, and carried to the field where the concert was being held. people were in chairs on the concert field, but frozen. no movement at all. then, all of a sudden, black angels appeared from the sky, and made circular motions in the clouds to break open the atmosphere. (they looked like the nazgul in lord of the rings).
at that moment, the people in the crowd woke up, and started going frantic. everyone was yelling "the spirits are here!" - through dream logic, i knew that those "spirits" were from hell, and this was some form of armageddon. the spirits then zapped people into the otherworld with lightning. i saw a lot of people get sucked up into the atmosphere while screaming.
(uh ... still following?)
so anyway, needless to say, i was terrified. i managed to get back to the hotel, and some of my friends were still there. also through dream logic, i knew that we were safe in the hotel, and somehow i was spared from going to hell.
and .. that's all i remember. it all seems silly when written down, but i really felt heavy when i woke up this morning. such a weird dream.
clearly i shouldn't have mexican food before bed.
listening to: peaches//i feel cream
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05.03.2009
reaching out, reaching in
(image by chris tertzagian)
i live for moments of proximity. i live for what you and i shared this weekend. i live with the knowledge that we don't need to complete each other. i live without fear of failing. this weekend, i lived like i haven't lived in a long time.
thank you.
listening to: talkdemonic//eyes half mast
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