B and Cadmus
Sep. 12th, 2010 08:47 amToday is Barry Andrews' birthday. He was born in 1956 in London. He holds his age remarkably well, almost too well.
In other news, I go the dentist to get a tooth pulled. Part of it broke off while I was eating ice. I could keep it for a root canal, but I don't have the $800 for that, so out it comes. I find it odd that everything was going along fine before I got my teeth cleaned and now they're falling out. Coincidence?
'Psycho Drift' by Shriekback just came on the iTunes. I was always fond of this song and I truly enjoyed learning it. He brings such imagery to the song, it's like you're almost there, drifting along the streets of London. I wish I were drifting along the streets of London instead of sitting here in Duncan. There's a line in this song that belongs to Cadmus completely: "Like the swallows in the Winter, like the swarming of the bees, some blind and sure desire is motivating me. Call it poetry in motion, call it energy at play, call it spirit into matter, makes no difference what they say." It defines Cadmus in a way I never could.
I'm burning incense. Nag Champa. The entire house smells like an opium den. I wish it were.
In other news, I go the dentist to get a tooth pulled. Part of it broke off while I was eating ice. I could keep it for a root canal, but I don't have the $800 for that, so out it comes. I find it odd that everything was going along fine before I got my teeth cleaned and now they're falling out. Coincidence?
'Psycho Drift' by Shriekback just came on the iTunes. I was always fond of this song and I truly enjoyed learning it. He brings such imagery to the song, it's like you're almost there, drifting along the streets of London. I wish I were drifting along the streets of London instead of sitting here in Duncan. There's a line in this song that belongs to Cadmus completely: "Like the swallows in the Winter, like the swarming of the bees, some blind and sure desire is motivating me. Call it poetry in motion, call it energy at play, call it spirit into matter, makes no difference what they say." It defines Cadmus in a way I never could.
I'm burning incense. Nag Champa. The entire house smells like an opium den. I wish it were.
