sunday night again. they come too fast. i'm listening to radiohead live recordings of their newest songs, the ones that will be (may be) on their next album. i like them, better, i think, than the hail to the chief songs. but i like those too. and i like all the others. i have no discrimination, just a pushover for all radiohead.
so that was new music. now new words. i added so much to the OK novel this weekend. more sense of place. i named the band members who had been "the guys" for much of the novel. a band with Niall, Leith, Brendan, Henry and Michael. now they become real to me and this adds another, fuller dimension and gives me more places to go.
so a line of poetry for a sunday evening, when work looms . . . .
"we watch a sunlight dust dance and we try to be that lively, but nobody knows what music those paricles hear."
rumi, again.
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This is so nice to read. I find the air around these blogs to be so unusual, so intimate, so free and unfettered. I blog too. Perhaps I'll get brave and share my blog with you at some point, and then realize it's not really all that involving for anyone else but me.
hmmm.... miss inge...... your name links to your blog so of course i checked it out. and find out that you have WAY too many papers to grade!
assign less work! have them grade each other in class! show movies! hah - that'll teach them.
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