Mood: spoiled //
Music: Craw Song - Stephen Malkmus //
Reading: Satanic Verses - Salman Rushdie //
Came back from 'The True Meaning of Pictures', a documentary about the photography of Shelby Lee Adams. It presents a number of opinions regarding the photography of the Appalachian hollers as well as archival footage with the subjects. I now am desperate to visit rural Kentucky. This will pass by morning to be sure. I was hoping Darian would provide me with a password for a better blog but this will do for the time being. He's not around now.
Something I wrote a couple of months ago and recovered this afternoon:

when the season comes we'll improvise
with magic drums and frenzied cries
and those in love will not disguise they're lying
there has to be much more than this
than a furrowed cunt and a bleeding kiss
unless, that is, of course, you miss "I'm sorry"
It's all worked out
I know just how
to end it now (soon)
I'm learning.