I hesitate to speak a name and tremble that every syllable(삼) carries a fireworks explosion. I tiptoe around the vowels and consonants, for fear every curve and turn would betray the immensity that lies underneath. Why does vocalizing certain things feel like there is terrain to be crossed, and one can imagine the words as paths through some personal undergrowth? Every little millisecond of tone is atomized to cover everything with emotionally charged dew. Will I remember what this felt like...when I learn to speak these sounds?
Wednesday, October 16, 2024
A name spoken
I hesitate to speak a name and tremble that every syllable(삼) carries a fireworks explosion. I tiptoe around the vowels and consonants, for fear every curve and turn would betray the immensity that lies underneath. Why does vocalizing certain things feel like there is terrain to be crossed, and one can imagine the words as paths through some personal undergrowth? Every little millisecond of tone is atomized to cover everything with emotionally charged dew. Will I remember what this felt like...when I learn to speak these sounds?
Wednesday, September 18, 2024
Familiar Murmurs
Monday, August 5, 2024
Monday, July 22, 2024
Dialogue and Inner Monologues
This is just to say (hey there W.C.Williams!)
Moments from shows and things make me curious about what is in everyone's headspace, and then I end up contacting those who matter at that particular moment in what I feel may be a small inching tiptoe towards some sort of character development---if only a semblance of some mental stretching to reach out and link thought fingers (hmmm...) with others. (<--this is junky and long, but just gonna leave it here to commemorate my 4am brain fart.) Anyhoo, today I thought about all those people with whom I bounced ideas and was thankful. This is kinda personal garbledegook, but then again, everything is.
Saturday, July 20, 2024
Must stay dry
the driest fluidity you ever did see. Surrounded by the liminal,
I become an object of projection---a voice, the semblance of presence---
ever tiptoeing around the you's I've created too. In constant rewind to a state of acquaintance, we meet
again and again captured in a sunbeam passing through digital trees.
Tuesday, July 2, 2024
Transports
You move a pillow away from the windows for fear the cold air might make it shiver. You keep your shabby toys together with the new; the faded little lion might be lonely. The petals from a rose--you keep them in a little book until they are translucent--the beautiful now coursing through the fragile lacy veins. Empathy for the inanimate! How we decorate our paths with these emotive stones!
Thursday, June 20, 2024
위하여
a little nervous and unsure: an ep album of a collection of me's over time comes out tomorrow. i dont know what will come of it or if it will mean i can write new songs again, but am appreciative of all the things that inspire(d) me, even if for a fleeting second of a day. wish i could hold onto the white lights i think of lining the streets--the fireflies of the cities--when i feel this way. wish i could take the cobalt skies of concert nights in california and keep them in my mind's eye a little longer...