unconsciously screaming

December 16th, 2008 by kevin

seeing the invisible (saxophone).

yes.

i edited my final seminar paper a few nights ago at 3:00 a.m. after drinking a six pack at a post-semester party. the party was subdued; i think we’re all tired.

the last few nights, i have dreamed of editing and writing papers. check that out! forming complete sentences, ideas, revising. paragraphing the unconscious. reminds me of when i used to detassle corn in illinois. i’d close my eyes at night and see nothing but corn, Corn, CORN!

what a week … strangely torturous yet a bit out-of-sorts adventure:

old typewriters, broken spaces, blow torches, lost keys, lost beers, new music, old music, great music … poetry … the bleeding heart of jesus, julia’s rare name, old books, older bars, status updates, generations, philadelphia, smothered in hugs, dog breaks, long words, long nights, wrong words, wrong rights, sing-a-longs, donkey kong, diet coke, that corn floats!, mary’s harry oh’s, it snows, sleep, sweet, sleep, sweet, sleep, sweet, little, life.

snow!

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