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on the coffin rock skip to main skip to sidebar you have not known what you are you have slumbered upon yourself all your life your eyes have been as much as closed most of the time what you have done is already in mockeries the mockeries are not you underneath them and within them i see you lurk walt whitman 28 8 17 where the world went once will we ever know where the world went when you once held my gaze from across a sea of madding crowd was it this place an unknowable room for things lost the space between paper and inkblots between wingbeats a lesser infinity whose hiddenness rivals the absence silence of words almost said but ultimately not because it s not necessary not for us anyway not anymore posted by lucas at 4 52 am 0 said caw labels open letters personal prose scribbled flights 23 7 17 the boxer i shall remember you with a memory i have had in my childhood one of my very first really it was past noon at lola s your home i went straight for the balcony which was where all the almenanza grandkids went to hang in those good ol days trudging up the wooden staircase across the waxed floor muffled music sifted through from one of the closed doors that a few steps closer became a guitar progression and a voice singing lay la lay lay la lay lay lay la lay lay la lay i go through a door and out into the blue skies the melody pouring into the air the hot laziness of the afternoon and i listened looked into the window where it was coming from and there you were propped up in bed fingers plucking strings lost in a song decades would pass before i learn it s actually the boxer by simon garfunkle before i understand the joy you had alone with it in that small room folk songs are the best i pray wherever you are that you can now sing the way you did back then feel the same happiness deeply etched in your face rest with the same calm until then tito the song shall be in a loop as you are posted by lucas at 8 43 am 1 said caw labels open letters personal prose scribbled flights 15 6 17 what i talk about when i talk about murakami reading murakami has always felt like walking downhill along a strange street alongside a stream in search of the shortest possible route toward the sea but gently quietly and you follow it with the curiosity of a moth to a flame and when you finally find your feet being licked by the water you realize that street was not so unfamiliar a place all along you ve been there time and again back and forth you ve always been there standing on the shore eyes full of wonder to the distant horizon of a dream posted by lucas at 8 09 am 0 said caw labels haruki murakami personal scribbled flights tsundoku 9 6 17 after the quake i have never liked the way you make yourself known like a troubled ghost sometimes a wave of nausea a vertigo attack the way you operate on faults nor how you always catch me unaware when you re there or not there i have never ever liked the way you shake my world posted by lucas at 8 35 am 0 said caw labels open letters personal prose scribbled flights 7 6 17 leftover this feeling doesn t get old does it the feeling you get as your train pulls away from a station from a comfortable familiar place only you re not the one leaving but a leftover washed ashore from a sudden shift of the tide impermanence at default gears turn the machine whirs the laundry spins as does the world along with everything else sucked in time all parts working to force change always so remind me again change is good and ever bittersweet it never grows old posted by lucas at 7 20 am 0 said caw labels personal prose scribbled flights older posts home subscribe to posts atom because sometimes it makes sense to go back i write to fill in my blank spaces on sheets and sheets of silence to think to imagine arrive at some resounding truth click above image or here to add ronald neil on facebook 2017 5 august 1 where the world went once july 1 june 3 2016 11 november 1 september 1 august 3 july 1 april 2 march 2 january 1 2015 31 november 2 october 26 september 3 2014 2 january 2 2013 2 june 1 january 1 2012 9 december 1 october 2 september 2 march 1 february 1 january 2 2011 48 december 1 november 1 august 2 july 1 june 2 may 2 april 1 march 2 february 15 january 21 2010 80 december 5 november 8 october 7 september 8 august 9 july 1 june 6 may 8 april 10 march 9 february 6 january 3 2009 64 december 7 november 5 october 5 september 2 august 3 july 4 june 3 may 7 april 5 march 10 february 6 january 7 2008 54 december 2 november 11 october 11 september 10 august 8 july 12