south of the south

Wendell Berry in my head all day.

Breathe with unconditional breath

the unconditioned air.

Shun electric wire.

Communicate slowly. Live

a three-dimensioned life;

stay away from screens.

Stay away from anything

that obscures the place it is in.

There are no unsacred places;

there are sacred places

and desecrated places.

- from How to Write a Poem

weekend minutes

Days as wonderful as the last three are tricksy and dangerous because if they don’t fill you with happy, don’t dizzy you with satisfaction and thankfulness and vitamin D, then you’re really, irrevocably screwed up.

For the record, I’m exhausted from the satisfaction and thankfulness and vitamin D, but I also moonlight as my own devil’s advocate. Plus Monday.

things to not forget:

- how, without fail, Danny’s first reaction when he sees me is laughter

- dudes with ducklings at the Liberty

- sentra on the devil’s backbone

- teensy Texas towns

- serious Lena Dunham conversations

- entree, appetizer, drink

- houseguests galore

- opening bottles on bench edges

- Moscow mules

- taps on the shoulder

- okkervil river guitarist, why not

- skeeball as salve for a wretched mood

- perfect sun above the kayak, perfect water below

- scallops and tomatillo

- starting intimidating books

- accidental symphony stumbleupons

- the rotunda from the top balcony

- quiet nights on Rainey Street

- flexitarianism

- late bloomers win the race

- Cairo, Beirut, Alexandria, Madison, San Francisco, Portland, New York, Austin, ?