I dig computers
Staring at myself
Wetted marble captures me
As I seek balance
If you’ve been to Seattle’s Pacific Science Center, you’ve probably noticed the marble sphere balanced upon water. A perfect equilibrium which allows for an ease of motion; it can be shifted with one hand.
Staring at myself
Wetted marble captures me
As I seek balance
If you’ve been to Seattle’s Pacific Science Center, you’ve probably noticed the marble sphere balanced upon water. A perfect equilibrium which allows for an ease of motion; it can be shifted with one hand.
Moonlight hides from me
Behind the rain laden clouds
Spots on my glasses
As sunlight climbs through the trees
Silently caressing my home
Shadows upon my window’s shades
Transform like living Rorschachs
Into distinct leaves, memories
Of the moment that’s fading
Many memories
Walking past the empty halls
In winter’s darkness
Ages ago I lived in Seattle’s heart. At that point, beginning a transformation, becoming the economic behemoth of our now. Then we were still the refuge of the poor, downtrodden. Suburban business professionals drifting through, vanishing as the clock struck five. The flurry of buses and cars carrying them away, far away from us. I found myself wandering nighttime streets, streetlights and gentle rain accompanying my steps. An urban beauty.
Rivers of gold light
Flowing across this city
Blessings of darkness
Early in the day
Witnessing such suffering
A surreal day
The Amtrak derailment about 60 miles south of me dominated the news, and my awareness yesterday.
Brutal wakefulness
Abrupt, electronic noise
Reality’s grasp
Between fans blowing, my phone pinging, and alarms chiming, my morning is filled with racket.
I lay within the morning quiet
My mind drifts to memories
As rain’s drumbeat calms.
A strange, irrythmic sound
Unexpected gaps of silence
Cool air chills my fingers
Ah, this…simply glorious in all it’s 80s splendor!
Mullets (things of wonder, architecturally unsound yet resplendent in their glory), androgynous dress, spiky ginormous hair, weird leather and weirder suits, Doc Martens (spray-painted!), strange, nonsensical settings and graphics, and a bunch of young boys in leather running amok, and headbands!
Perhaps intending to grasp some Mad Max ethos by it’s desert setting, otherwise making no sense at all, this video captures a significant taste of the 80s zeitgeist!
I haven’t heard this song in ages. Yet, here it is, again, it all it’s New Wavy glory. And suddenly I’m a teen at Skootchies again (if you lived in Seattle in the 80s, you’ll get it). May you be elevated by its electronic beat and funky vibe.