i now think in terms of karaoke. a song comes on and i categorize it. the categories are vaguish: must remember this one, this fits, too long, too short, trite, highly unlikely to sing, on a dare, it'd be a stretch...and fun, when i gots the liquid courage flowing through me. and more
there's a little fear to interpret there, but again, i've only karaoke'd 4 times in my life, and the first 2 were near total busts. last time out i stretched out late in the evening, happily trading a sore throat for some hug-filled congratulations by the one black patron after my rendition of try a little tenderness.
for a place often having the most airport traffic in the world, they sure don't have many outlets. in the waiting areas i prowled, all except the one showing itself 4 inches underground were taken. almost all of these were behind some type of secured area and the people using them just seemed daring enough to think their phones n computers came first over national security. i thought similarly, but they beat me to the punch.
cta red-lining from roger's park through the o'hare blue line took 2 1/3 albums. thus, it would have helped for me to plug in my phone. which also carried my music. the 3 ep's, cease to begin, and when combined with the airport walk and security line wait, the entire for emma, forever ago. that one helped foster the bittersweet feeling of leaving behind many of my loved one's as i continued a freebird-like journey to parts unknown.
2 international job denials came on the train ride - honduras and italy.
i invited a pretty lady at the airport to have a drink with me. she declined. i smiled and walked away. all my denials recently have not hurt my resolve
i read some bukowski while there, my first extensive bukowski readings. i like him, but found myself surprised that i could easily infer that i've been more daring (negligent) than he. reinforces my thinking that you need to walk in the dark to see the light. more dark = more light. as for stepping outside of these?
in bukowski's poetry essay i read on the plane, he mused that neither dylan would last the test of time - thomas or bob. me closing out the first karaoke bar last week with like a rolling stone tells a different opinion.
charlie and i both agree that w. whitman will last. perhaps it'll be for all of time. or at least until people recognize how much his ideas are needed.
there's a little fear to interpret there, but again, i've only karaoke'd 4 times in my life, and the first 2 were near total busts. last time out i stretched out late in the evening, happily trading a sore throat for some hug-filled congratulations by the one black patron after my rendition of try a little tenderness.
for a place often having the most airport traffic in the world, they sure don't have many outlets. in the waiting areas i prowled, all except the one showing itself 4 inches underground were taken. almost all of these were behind some type of secured area and the people using them just seemed daring enough to think their phones n computers came first over national security. i thought similarly, but they beat me to the punch.
cta red-lining from roger's park through the o'hare blue line took 2 1/3 albums. thus, it would have helped for me to plug in my phone. which also carried my music. the 3 ep's, cease to begin, and when combined with the airport walk and security line wait, the entire for emma, forever ago. that one helped foster the bittersweet feeling of leaving behind many of my loved one's as i continued a freebird-like journey to parts unknown.
2 international job denials came on the train ride - honduras and italy.
i invited a pretty lady at the airport to have a drink with me. she declined. i smiled and walked away. all my denials recently have not hurt my resolve
i read some bukowski while there, my first extensive bukowski readings. i like him, but found myself surprised that i could easily infer that i've been more daring (negligent) than he. reinforces my thinking that you need to walk in the dark to see the light. more dark = more light. as for stepping outside of these?
in bukowski's poetry essay i read on the plane, he mused that neither dylan would last the test of time - thomas or bob. me closing out the first karaoke bar last week with like a rolling stone tells a different opinion.
charlie and i both agree that w. whitman will last. perhaps it'll be for all of time. or at least until people recognize how much his ideas are needed.
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