#wandering affect

[wanderingaffect]

hey, don juan

hunt a ghost like you would an old lover,

terms interchange i want more.

assemblages a quilt could never be built with all this.

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i wrote a poem called “The Wandering Uterus” based on something i read once about women who bury their blood in the ground, to be a part of it...

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be a dork, tell your friends  you love them.

[wanderingaffect]

the sun’s subtle shift

shifting like the sun’s trajectory across the sky

the human body’s fallowed speed, a sloth-like growing out, we go

it’s a little slow but the timing is less important than the accumulated knowledge

of crossing into terrain unfamiliar to us.

[wanderingaffect]

tempest

a tango that moves between the resting of two trees upon each other i feel you  it is a distant feeling it lingers underfoot

in the tentative moonlight creviced between clouds  a gentle reminder of time passing the cyclical combing my hair against yours

it could be that your face exists within the shadowy heartbeat of nighttime

[wanderingaffect]

the faintest desire

sometimes i have the faintest desire to discard all of my things. to sort through a decade or longer of ratty jeans and shirts i wore in high school. to hold on to nothing that reminds me of my history.

to lay in a sun-soaked room. on the hard wood floor.

to get into a car and drive to the pacific coast. to wear one outfit that reminds me of nothing.

to splash my face with water. to speak with no one. to dream dream dream. to do do do.

to take a million sun-soaked thoughts and turn them into a raincoat.

to feel the moon.

[wanderingaffect]

oh yehhh alright take it easy, baby

make it last all night she was an american grrl

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I dreamed of bodies burning at the edges When I awoke my belly was cold as an abandoned stove The streets were cleared, trees bent The air so still, as though just inhaled When I noticed it was spring"

Yvonne Rainer, 1977

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So, although the debate about the origins of bipedalism is full of detailed descriptions of hip joints and foot bones and geologic dating methods, it is ultimately about sex, landscape, and thinking.

Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking (p. 32)

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Music is the sound of the circulation in nature’s veins. It is the flux which melts nature. Men dance to it, glasses ring and vibrate, and the fields seem to undulate.

Henry David Thoreau (J, I, 215), quoted in Kenneth W. Rhoads, “Thoreau: The Ear and the Music” in American Literature, Vol. 46, No. 3, (Nov. 1974) pp. 313-328 (Accessed: 04/20/2014)