The soft spot glow from appliances, electronics, pin-sized bulbs glowing round with colour to tell you they’re plugged in, giving off no real spread of light but a whir like they’re about to take a breath in, always keeping a stronghold on all that blue light behind bubble glass, laws set in place, small glow for the possibilty of being turned on. They're not going anywhere tonight, tucked wires and indirect light. From my place on the couch, overhead lights shut off, I start to speak to those points as I drop off, subdued electric shine feet away, a lighthouse in my living room and completely outta my hands; I tell them they’ve always helped me sleep, You always have this noise you're about to make, and all night to do it in. Spoke to mum today for a good 40 minutes. She said, in Polish, Do you want me to send you that check from Uncle Ralphy? She meant Ralph Klein. That quote’s a direct translation from Polish. Uncle Ralphy--Mum, I love you. I love Alberta. I love going into government offices here in BC and being a total cunt and saying to the clerk, Well, that’s a very nice system you’ve got here, however, in Alberta, where our Dear Leader is an alcoholic cokehead, we do things like this. Alberta’s surplus, blatant lack of concern for anything or anyone, truly a province to detest. Just like me. Things are grand, things are seriously good. I enjoy being contested. It means I’m doing something right. Oh, Belle & Sebastian, the blues are still blue, yeah. Yeah. We are the sleepyheads, and you know me, I could just go on quoting like it's some part time job. It's easy to place bets on me, make a swift, discreet deal while avoiding my eyes: the only people I truly trusted are gone and I still sleep at night, or when I can, sleep right through your kisses.
Posted by caroline at March 26, 2006 5:22 PM