but this is beside the point.
the point is that i've turned to the old reliable standby of the over-worked and under-slept: the cop-out. explaining our actions into (or out of) meaning is one of the mind's most well-practiced functions, and it never ceases to amaze me how many ways there are to under/stand a given phenomenon.
man cannot live by excuses alone, however, and so i turn to that stalwart companion of the cop-out: repetition. so, given that my class starts in 16 minutes, and in anticipation of the 15 hour day ahead of me, i (re)present what was happening around this time last year, when my yin and i went to see this man play his guitar:
introductions were made;
the backdrop: patch-top anarchist
chatter, comparing flashlights in the dark.
chatter, comparing flashlights in the dark.
topics: androgyny, honky-tonk,
Omaha hipsters, dreams of David Bowie.
searching
for a label
to name
thi/e/s/e
thing/s.
for a label
to name
thi/e/s/e
thing/s.
it seams to remain,
the stitching removed.
the stitching removed.
No comments:
Post a Comment