…Our age of global positioning, of cursors
sweeping across the Arctic
Circle- you keep everything you know tied
in bundles of zeroes. And back here it is growing
dark, and humid the heat rises from the edge
of the street. Where I am
the chamomile comes to me dense and citrus.
And in a million years, when you find
notes in a ruined language circling
some black, collapsing star. I wonder
will you focus lenses to catch the light of this blue
place, will you remember how cut grass
overwhelms a lung in summer, how asphalt
burns from the ground up, what I mean is,
after so many flights and landings,
will you remember, will you come back?
an excerpt from Letter to the Astronaut
from Music For Landing Planes By – poems by Eireann Lorsung
8:23 p.m. in Los Angeles. The warm air from the day is being replaced by cool. I am halfway finished watering my trees. It’s amazing how they respond to the deep watering by putting out new leaf after new leaf. Having baby trees is deeply satisfying. In 50 years no one who now lives on this street will ever remember a time when my long sweep of front yard wasn’t a shady little paradise in the middle of the city. I don’t have children. But I have trees.
When was the last time you saw a fellow walking up your street with a big dog and big surfboard in tow?
In between bouts of mailart I still have time for my true love – my visual journal. These are last weekend’s pages. This weekend’s are peeking out from under the long strip page.
Hi there!!!
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Thank you for the kind words.
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Your ‘About’ photos are an absolute hoot! You really are a riot, love this blog!
The daisy cottage with the banana cake and the dog was just too much. I just fell over and died.
I like the way Sister!thinks 🙂
As for the boy, the dog, the surfboard…I do see it most days…but we are living two blocks from the beach …so thats cheating 🙂
Looked to me like that surfboard needed some waxing, you should have taken a break from watering all those trees. Ralph thought the dog looked friendly.
complex: made up of parts.
let’s see cake is a part and frosting is a part – that makes 2 parts. we already know there are carbohydrates involved. therefore I conclude that banana cake = a complex carbohydrate food.
This is an example of linear thinking, not circumnavigational thinking. I think it’s best to keep thinking simple when food is involved.
I read your blog and think of the millions of people missing out on you, and that’s just sad…so I’ve concluded that you need to have your own talk show…on cable of course, so your language could be as colorful as you are! LOVE YOUR BLOG!!!!!
I’m a South African, living in the UK and have just recently been to California (for a month!!! How awesome was that!) South Africa is most certainly one of the most beautiful countries I’ve seen (and not just because I lived there). It would be extremely easy to wake up in California and confuse it for SA. Both places are most extraordinary. Now you can almost say you have the best of both. Enjoy!