Filed under: Life, art, music, etc.
That’s what I call a poem or literary work that makes little sense or is ambiguous, but is beautiful nonetheless. It’s a nice term I’ve used to describe flowery columns that I love reading but lack organization or don’t serve much of a purpose… or maybe poetry that has a wonderful ring but is incomprehensible… (even to those artsy types who say they totally get it and it’s so deep, dude)
My morning today started early and is being spent actually hanging out at home, unlike the Monday mornings I am used to: at school, at the office or catching up on sleep. I’ve actually cleaned my place up and am enjoying it as more than just a place to sleep, shower and make espresso in between all the work and running around. I am sitting here listening to Fat Possum Records’ “Not the Same Old Blues Crap 3″ (which is awesome awesome awesome) and watching Cricket and Lina run around in the backyard, and even a word bouquet couldn’t explain how good this is for me. It’s like I am having some sort of free time honeymoon phase, and I love it.
Best thing of all is that I’ve slowed my roll enough that I’m noticing so many things I was too busy to notice before, such as that stack of CDs I got during SXSW and a newfound interest in giving them a listen, a street that gets me to my house a lot quicker, and the coffee shop that’s only a block away and has great toddy coffee.
I was most delighted, however, when I noticed something right in my kitchen that I had seen a million times but never really noticed: There’s a beautiful word bouquet on my fridge written with word magnets, and I have no idea who wrote it. It’s been there a while. My fridge is covered in both English and Spanish word magnets, and I never mess with them really. But right in the middle of the fridge at eye level are these words placed neatly together, and I am amazed and disappointed in myself for not appreciating them until now:
have you been sexy before
like heaven
your eyes
just want out of it
your dreams believe in God
somewhere
