I found these videos today. And what it revived in my head is that sense of community. The twenty or what it seemed like an infinite number of kids playing hide and seek with what also seemed a vast amount of natural space. Maybe the sense of community in these videos is clear. But you see it build up… the curiousity, sincerity, reflections, feet, fingers, faces, eyes. What’s in front of you and what you can see in your periphery. And the transitions, the movement from here to there just seems so easy.

Wet handkerchiefs. Dried up weeds between cracks of pavement. There was frustration there. I tried to leave it written on the page. September 22, 2009… frustrating day. The next day was better. And that was an important note. Not about the sun being absent. Or the humidity that caused rain. That was brief. Passing. It’s learning about good will. Turning things around. Ce Matin-La… the song we heard early Sunday morning. Happy trumpets. Strolling along quiet streets. Something good to remember.

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Some scenes from the day that was… my twenty-three. Thank you to a. & good health. The two that bring true pleasure and happiness to my life.

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[wpaudio url="http://www.box.net/shared/static/gjibcuu4ua.mp3" text="The xx - Basic Space (Sampha Remix)"]

I was so sure my class wasn’t until 2PM. Had a good lunch. Looked at my schedule and realized that my class started at 1PM. It was 12:30. Everything seemed alright until that moment. Nobody likes this feeling… I looked at my watch constantly. A full minute seemed only a few seconds. But it worked out in the end. A little embarrassing moment doesn’t hurt. Every once in a while. Still a pretty good day.

Don’t the dragonflies look like they’re flying in space?

Then I turned my attention to William Carlos Williams’ Summer Song. Laid out beautifully on her page. I give you two poems, where both speakers have a date with the moon. And they follow it. And I saw your face in everyone, I swear. Those are the words that I followed, as I ran for fifteen minutes. Then a little piece of thread flew in front of face. From my hair. Attached itself from the bed. I blew it somewhere.

(wishasana)

[wpaudio url="http://www.box.net/shared/static/2h40kvpg5s.mp3" text="Yo La Tengo - Don't Say A Word (Hot Chicken #2)"]

I keep thinking about lying down. On a big patch of grass. With our shoes off. With some wild plants. I felt this song was just right. For that kind of thing. Even though it’s all in the mind. There’s still time for that, I hope.

[wpaudio url="http://www.box.net/shared/static/ume7la605i.mp3" text="Calexico - Contention City"]

This is Sunday. Blue sky. Fluffy pals. Soup of the summer. Wine.

[wpaudio url="http://www.box.net/shared/static/e78essd8vy.mp3" text="Atlas Sound – Ready Set Glow"]

Shadows of people flicker on the train floor.

El Final Del Camino by Maria Luisa Murillo. These photos remind me of Westerns. My grandfather’s love for them. All throughout his years. I believe this is why the nickname, “kid” stuck with him. I feel this is his cowboy name. A picturesque quiet view of land. Filled with noise. Comprised of wind. Dust. Guitar solos…

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