I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas.
My fingers are Santa's little helpers.
My hope is a sporadic rainfall - yet a torrential downpour in all creative environments.
I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn.
Sisyphus, sweating uphill.
in rooming houses.
A river always flowing.
I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
Friday, September 07, 2012
June 4, 2012
I just thought I would
leave a little note. I want to
tell you how much I loooooove you and that I recently saw/read what you posted
on your blog, and couldn’t help but wonder if some of it was about us… Or rather
me in particular. The post entitled ‘You’? I really liked it, and whether is was a comment on our love
or connection, I want you to know that I have never lost my love for you or us.
It may not show as strongly as it did when we first met, but it is as deep and
vast as the universe and it continues to grow every second. You are a beautiful
man, a loving friend, and a sensitive lover. I am forever grateful for our
first dance and couldn’t imagine you not in my life.
Thank you for making me
feel special, and for always treating me with love and respect. Now, don’t stay
up too late- You need rest!
were sick, but now you are well again. And there's work to be done."
It’s a Vonnegut
quote. He had a fictional character named Kilgore Trout that is prevalent in a
lot of his books. He travels through time a lot. Even though that I have not
read as many books of Vonnegut’s as I would like – I appreciate his talent,
lack of conformity and his abundant imagination. The picture is my nod to
Kilgore Trout. The quote above grabbed my attention and was very relative to an
absorption of my own past, present and future.
Great Yellow Hope.”
Random thought in my head.
can always find it
but what matters most
is what you do with it
now that you have it
I was talking to myself but
also talking to anybody and everybody. It wasn’t directed towards you. Kind of
a loose, Buddhist Mantra. Like me writing in a journal. Like me telling
something to a kid or like me telling something to a friend. Part of it is a
reminder to myself and anybody who has to be reminded to recognize beauty and
opportunity when in presents itself. To tap into the learn(ed) self and not and
to convert regrets into positivity. To be better with love. To recognize how
unappreciated it was and cognizant of how important it is?
make beats in the background
filled with woe
woo and whoa and wring and waste
our will, wants and wishes
until we're beat”
To make it quick – it was my version of an old-school type of “Beat
Poem” about women complaining about men. I write things like this shit above,
or at least in this style because I’m lazy/lazier at a certain hour. I like
book-ending things or having them come in a dumb full-circle. This just
happened to really make me smile though. The women are talking about….aww fuck
it. You get it. I didn’t write it like this on purpose. It just came out. I
revised it. Sometimes even the tiniest things can take time for me. Sometimes.
It sucks and I know it sucks and I either put it away on paper, save it to
draft or erase the shite. Anyway…I like it.
Hmmm…I loved seeing something that you wrote to me, all prepped up on
the computer for when I got home. I fucking love it. You doomed me though,
Love! How can I NOT respond to you? I love you reading anything that I’ve
written, I love sharing everything with you. I do. I want to share even more
with you! Ask me questions! Write stories with me! Paint with me! Sculpt with
me! Do dumb shit with me! You’ve kept me up and I will probably be up when your
alarm goes off. I’ve been in the backyard for a long time, kind of cold. It
drizzled a bit. The moon is still out even though it’s 4:48 in the A.M. It’s
noisy. The Fullerton trains are making a ruckus. Terry Barr invited me to his
bachelor party weekend but it’s when your Mom and Caden are going to be down.
Why haven’t I called my Dad? I think that I just more Malone history for our
kids in the last month. I’m not going to beat myself up over this anymore. They
were never a part of my life. I appreciate them and want them to be around for
as long as possible. They probably will. Sometimes it’s better. Life is not
defined by your past but by the quality of your life today. The battery just
ran out on this computer. Your alarm will go off in 14 minutes. I love you with
all of my heart, Rachel and I will always be here for you. I promise this. I
will be the man that you love and will diligently and constantly strive to be
the man that you and I…deserve.