according to thurston moore:
"he thinks maybe barking dogs are laughing! he thinks maybe the world is some sort of kitten. he still thinks we're serious. word magic. and we're lucky he can sing it so sweet. "
jeff tweedy.
Laughs*
the greatest songs
are never sung
but the grass
gets cut
and spelled
in children's hands
how the sun is yellow
but also cold and sutured
...blue
the best laughs
never leave your lungs
and the best life
is art
never made
/life is brimming with anticipation and we're fueled by all the things that remain inside us.
i hate that there are people apologizing for caring for someone or feeling like those moments were wasted.
a phone conversation from last night left me feeling sad. longing for something. for a time when i never have to apologize. when WE never have to apologize for anything.
someday.
in the meantime there's jeff tweedy.
and wilco on thursday. maybe i will hug him.
xo michelle.
*this poem comes from a collection of jeff tweedy's poetry called adult head. it's published by ZooPress. you should probably go to your local independant book seller and buy it!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
I would apologize to you... for apologizing... but that would defeat the purpose, wouldn't it...
*kiss*
Quite the show, eh? One of my top concerts! Bud did you notice an unusually high ratio of pregnant women in the audience!?!
Post a Comment