#chasing sun

[sliverofglimmer]

I saw the sun descending, it looked like it was touching this huge building and I wished so hard that I was a resident of that building, then I thought about how I could go to that building and the sun would look further still because the resident of the building would hope to be near the tree in the distance behind which the sun is hiding. The woodcutter in the forest would want to go to the hill where the sun is supposedly descending. It just made me realise how human wants are limitless and how they will keep setting a thousand newer targets even if there was nothing else to achieve. It also made me realise that grass is not always greener on the other side. Our perception makes it feel like it is.

[tanyaluca]

Sound of Sun...

[arvidsgarden]

[arvidsgarden]

one for art etc.

[arvidsgarden]

For a moment on Tumblr I saw a connect, then it flitted by. I wrote a poem.

"Poetry is as poetry links,

Good luck with your writing, friend

Once the fingers close it’s changed and out of whack and yeah 

Nanobot supply limited.

There’s a gold ring on that carousel that 

We intuited, was eating its own. 

Why run with wolves when you are your 

Own energy field, buzzing by. "

I displaced my energy in a way that enriched and that was enough, before the void of being without a partner reasserted itself.

[arvidsgarden]

[arvidsgarden]

I posed the question to one daughter with a father who was also a Flemish writer and I received an answer from another father's writer, and then I posed my own question in written form to the daughter of an anonymous French travel writer (a spy and a friend of everyone's) and received a small sea pipe and the best pot grown to full term I had ever encountered as a reply.

[arvidsgarden]

Summon These Days revisited

It has been a long time since I revisited this era of fabric, heady 2017—it was a heavy time.... like a preview of pandemic shut down, but real coffee persisted. We persisted. This song, made with my good (separated by strait and navy) Boracai friends Julie and I forgot their name, captures a time (+ gives Jim Jarmusch a run for his money). Also editing Ike's work on the civilized side taught me something about the male gaze. Diary of a madman who somehow thrives. Can you guess about what? It's actually three songs that I'd like to rerecord with a crack team of session aces.