1001 Disco Days

Sometimes I feel like a turtle coming out of a deep deep sleep, my eyes blinking alternatively in the sun, bones unfurling to the beats beats beats. This morning I added singing to the dance, why don’t I do that more often? I was pretending The Singer for the song was a good friend of mine and I had to find some vocal thing to add that would enhance the song For my friend. 

Proust or Bach’s bedtime In the bath Is my modern loose dance Chanelled through Terrasonic All time and space coalescing  Into this one perfect vortex  of heightened perception 

How mar? Howmar sailboard bought Shook out cobwebs to  Also, worth mentioning. We were in a small town yesterday in Kent Connecticut and walked past a tiny bookstore. The “closed” sign was up, and the lights were off, but then there was another handwritten sign that said, “closed to browsing, but If you know what you want, knock and we will help you.” So I knocked, and a man came to the door. He opened the door about half an inch.  I asked him if he had the second volume of Proust, In a Budding Grove. Magically, he did.

It’s like this, you leave all carriers and responsibilities at the door, lock it behind you, then go out and have a most marvelous and even miraculous adventure with sound and vision in the world. So many discoveries, as you let your body move to the music, we made sure into letting ourselves be lead And, in so far as we choose it, we do deleting too, we lead ourselves to the right DJ. To the right landscape, to the right dance floor. Today I found out Daedalus is the inventor of the dance floor! That is a delight to my myth infused soul. So is the Barjon chance by Chebi Sabha that I play from my playlists, the ones I have downloaded on the phone, because I am not getting reception right now because of the hurricane. But here is Krishna downloaded in song on my phone, I sit for a minute and let him in, this manifestation of south links to the universe, sky blue, the sky in you, and then the drums pick me up and I go outs, immediately I see a bush, white Puffballs tightly packed togethe

9.4 Horse forelegs becoming a man I cried to feel alive again Hot beer Eslin had with Dylan (Thomas) Haiku for the day We were so happy What about the hurricane? (Turn around and see a baby crying.) Time changes everything Lightening thunder You are the only warm body with me