Swing Lo Magellan - Dirty Projectors

I remember listening to this song in a hotel shuttle van in Newport, Rhode Island. May 2016. I had less than three dollars in my bank account. I had spent the day writing poems for high-net-worth individuals.

I went digging through old notebooks: here's a flashback to the golden days of what the fuck.

goodness grace
from July 2016 (i think)

With a full mouth I know better
than to speak

and to my speech i offer
  no buttered bread
  no candy sweet no
  milk no blood no water

crystal   

                  liquid pitch

tuning                                   travel more

                                                         rare

                                     but no less treatment

What do you think is going to happen?

walk me a clarity
      in purpose
              slowly to
blur the line of echo

     and incident if it’s

    all the same
  idea what do we care
      what bounced it off

if met in the middle distance of un and becoming?

a tool we use when 
     violence’ ears perk at a question asked,
                       but not the best one

slides off behind our teeth
     and I am careful not to touch
      anything 

If rumors are to be believed

I still have a 
fork that I used
as a child

my father brings me food
unannounced to wherever
I am.  Sometimes it’s 
special,
sometimes just extra, 
sometimes
so much I have a party
or
I can’t eat it all

I believe that holiness is not done service by anticipation

we are gathered here today      in witness      of 

that joy not built up and rarely made of wanting

better for lack

     lead to bounty     not earned nor deserved
                                                   not dared to asked why

feed by the spoonful
eat up our fullness
lick our fingers

don’t look

forward to next time

for now

This is a playlist I’ll be adding to over time. Each song comes with a journal entry of some kind—what that looks like might shift and morph as I go. I’m going to have fun with these. It’s a celebration of songs that make me feel all kinds of ways.