our first rain of the fall - sweet blessed wet wetness
the city, headaches, work and books

sound of today: here

and Anis Mojgani

goodnight, Portland.
photos from Bloom, Grow, Love


As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. As elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rust green iron table, saying: 'If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden...' I decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end.
- T.S.E.


The sunlight's crawled across the walls
today – and weighted bells ring off
the hours in my mouth.
Some days the very air betrays,
leaves you tight and helpless
there is Someone you've been avoiding, looking
straight into your eyes.



That Illumined

Who keeps
Seducing the formless into form

Had the charm to win my

Only a Perfect One

Who is always
Laughing at the word

Can make you know



- Hafiz

loving this heat - especially these velvet evenings
sound of today: The William Byrd Festival - Compline tonight at St. Stephens in SE Portland
above: Bastille Day Photos Developed!
Typhoon on their bus before concert
Jared Mees (one would suppose) of Jared Mees & The Grown Children
leading the crowd enthusiastically, on his speaker

back from Pendarvis farm (polaroids above from Typhoon in concert) and feeling very much at sea - who knew a music festival could feel so like home? The last two days of Pickathon have been a whirl of alfalfa breezes, endless fields, forest stages, hours of parking cranky drivers (Friday) and signing in bands and managers (Saturday) - eating fresh organic food with bamboo utensils (alone, a work of art), spontaneously applying henna, and meeting the best people you could ever wish to dance with in a barn. It was impossible to catch all the good music going on, but we definitely caught some spectacular moments, The Black Lillies, Typhoon, and Dr. Dog among them.
tomorrow: wisdom teeth removal
tonight: catch the portland poetry slam at backspace (7:30) if you can.


Be like the fox

who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.
- Wendell Berry

loving these photos (top two) from Bloom Grow Love - Sauvie Island last weekend looked very similar (holding my breath to get pic developed from that bicycling adventure). I want to live in a houseboat now, very badly. Writing often these days and attacking figure drawing with frustrated determination. Can't get this song out of my head and hopefully today will be for splashing in the water if those moody clouds clear.