September 25, 2005

sounds

Things that count as small gestures-- what untangled hair is to illness and white tongues. For example: this water surrounding the places where benches are, what purpose does it serve? I mean, we've taken to keeping things we’ve burned, giving them as gifts to those who were there. The rest just hear about it afterward, no charred token to keep under the desk; it’s what floods or fashion are to most people.

Posted by caroline at September 25, 2005 9:47 PM
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How's your story going? Feeling any better?

Posted by: ben at September 25, 2005 10:25 PM

I'm sick, Ben. Spent most of the day sleeping, blowing my nose and having nightmares about shooting people I've slept with. In the head. Christ. I'll try not to hyperventilate at your question. It's this fever and The Crowds. Going in a straight line on a bike, instead of looping around the city. Things I miss:

--nightwalks with music.
--walking, stopping to read, walking again.
--coming back home at night, writing, and nightwalk again.

All these things are solitary, but that's not at all what I'm implying. Adjustment, like cycling.

second story is gone. :*

I wish someone would bring me chicken soup and read me poems until I fall asleep.

xxoox

Posted by: caroline at September 25, 2005 10:37 PM

I am always game to make you feel better Caro. Want me to take you up your proposition?

Posted by: Jaxon at September 25, 2005 10:41 PM

:)

ahhhchoooo.

Posted by: caroline at September 25, 2005 10:52 PM

"Although, I admit I desire, occasionally, some back-talk from the mute sky..." I don't know if "Black Rook in Rainy Weather" is good for fevers, though.

Second Story's gone? The fuck?

Posted by: ben at September 25, 2005 10:54 PM

yeah: their rent went up quite a bit, so they're keeping all their stuff in storage until they can find a new location. they had their "last event" last night with chet and run chico run. it really breaks my heart.

pt. by pt.: poetry about cold and colder weather. not like i can focus my eyes for more than a couple of stanzas right now, or anything. :/

Posted by: caroline at September 25, 2005 11:01 PM

That sucks, it was such a cool location, but there's probably another one some place that might encourage more foot traffic.

Meanwhile, I'm trapped by the forward expansion of cro-magnons and the resulting decimation and/or genocide of neanderthals.

Posted by: ben at September 25, 2005 11:26 PM

haha: I just re-read your last few entries with a finetooth comb to try to figure out possible references that might untangle that final cryptic sentence there. no luck-- I don't think. I mean: I'm hoping, for your sake, that you're referencing your story and if not, it just sounds big and ugly and unevolved. ahem.

Posted by: caroline at September 26, 2005 12:01 AM

I'm reading "A Short History of Progress," which goes into patterns of mass human behaviour, and whether or not different "Early Man" sequences were really less evolved (rather than differently evolved) than we are. It's a bit frightening, actually.

Posted by: ben at September 26, 2005 7:56 AM

I wouldn't say differently evolved--I mean, don't most of our actions have their roots and explanations in theirs?


Posted by: caroline at September 26, 2005 1:58 PM

Mmn, I'm not sure I quite explained well enough. The author makes the case that more than likely there was interbreeding between neanderthal and cromagnon, and that neanderthal traits still show up even today; he points out some of his own physical characteristics that would classify.

He had a good metaphor about how our bodies/hardware wasn't being upgraded fast enough to accomodate the cultural changes/software/thought processes running on it now.

Posted by: ben at September 26, 2005 2:25 PM