Its been 36 hours since i’ve returned from NYC. Amazed at how much this city puts a bounce in your step, a burr in your thoughts. Ideas, Thirsts surges through my body. Desire rest at the tip of my tongue.The tender branch needs to fall . In 2 days i heard Swedish, Dutch, French, Italian and more. I loved that. Can’t I live that?I had a surge of emotion looking at Pollack, Matisse and Van Gogh. Am I allowed to have that? I’m fucking drowning in seeking permission and a rebellious desire. Oh yeah – desire.
Delicious. Isn’t that an emotion? You know what I’m talking about. Tell me a secret. Delicious.
Just a make some trouble over me.
Here’s a thought. In 6 years in toronto i haven’t found my “spot”, a place I can go have a drink grab a meal, laugh and talk about life. In two nights in NYC, I found two.
Im listening to Tift Merritt’s recent CD – Another Country. Thanks for words, Tift.
