#actualair

[livingwatersss]

rest in peace david

[nadapop]

He almost walked into a wall Oh, man, she was a sight to see And at the party down the hall He said, "you are the highest apple in the tree" Out the window, in the harbor he saw a little ship The moon was worn just slightly on the right And they slow danced so the needle wouldn't skip Until the room was filled with light And I remember you And I remember me The sunshine walking inside you And the man you could see in me So I remember me And I remember you So many beautiful days in a row now And the nights were perfect, too Hand in hand down a waterslide in Chattanooga They did not hide from love, you see A winter's plane flight to Aruba Where he threw a boombox into the sea One day they were cutting flowers for something to do On the bank of the road 'neath the cotton woods And he turned to her to ask if she'd marry him When a runaway truck hit him where he stood So I remember you And I remember you And I remember you And I remember me And I remember me A blackhawk nailed to the sky And the tape is from the trees Everybody said she needed to move on That he was all but lost, so deep was his coma When he finally came to the girl he loved was long gone She'd married a banker and gone to Oklahoma He bought a little land with the money from the settlement And even bought the truck that had hit him that day He touched the part where the metal was bent And if you were there you wouldn't hear him say I remember her And I remember him I remember them I remember then I'm just remembering I'm just remembering Just remembering I'm just remembering Silver Jews - Bright Flight Tracklist: A1 Slow Education A2 Room Games And Diamond Rain A3 Time Will Break The World A4 I Remember Me A5 Horseleg Swastikas B1 Transylvania Blues B2 Let's Not And Say We Did B3 Tennessee B4 Friday Night Fever B5 Death Of An Heir Of Sorrows #DavidBerman #ActualAir https://youtu.be/A4qPyhQPFl0 https://silverjews.bandcamp.com/album/bright-flight https://open.spotify.com/album/2v5IVAeFO7CFfcPP76pGKV?si=_kimhKC1TZCV_Tpruz5YNA https://www.instagram.com/p/B04tix6ADeEwr5Ns8JG_4tFs7imTcAqVqSiAhQ0/?igshid=fgjbzpazuqfb

[sproparty]

by heart/memory

This is meant to be in praise of the interval called hangover,

a sadness not co-terminous with hopelessness,

and the North American doubling cascade
 that keep going

"this diamond lake is a photo lab"


And if predicates really do propel the plot,


then you might see Jerusalem in a soap bubble


or the appliance failures on Olive Street,


across these great instances,


because "the complex Italians versus the basic Italians."


Because what does a mirror look like when it's not working,


but birds signing a full tone higher in the sunshine.

I'm going to call them honest eyes until I know if they are,

in the interval called slam clicker, realm of Pacific,


because the second language wouldn't let me learn it


because I have heard of you for a long time occasionally


because diet cards may be the recovery evergreen


and there is a new benzodiazepene called distance

anti-showmanship, anti-showmanship, anti-showmanship.

I suppose a broken window is not symbolic, 


unless symbolic means broken, which I think it sorta does,


and when the phone jangles, 
what's more radical, the snow or the tires

and what does the Bible say about metal fatigue


and why do mothers carry big scratched-up sunglasses 
in their purses.

Hello to the era of going to the store to buy more ice 


because we are running out.


Hello to feelings that arrive unintroduced.


Hello to the nonfunctional sprig of parsley,


and the game of finding meaning in coincidence.

Because there is a second mind in the margins of the used book


because Judas Priest sang a song called Stained Class,

because this world is 66 percent Then and 33 percent Now.

And if you wake up thinking "feeling is a skill now"


or "even this glass of water seems complicated now"


and a phrase from a men's magazine (like single-district cognac)
 

rings and rings in your neck, 


then let the consequent misunderstandings
 (let the changer love the changed)


wobble on heartbreakingly nu legs, 
into this street-legal nonfiction,

into this good world, 
this warm place
 that I love with all my heart,

anti-showmanship, anti-showmanship, antishowmanship.

"Cassette County" by David Berman