drgnflyshine

There are "hmms" and "ahs" like those heard during prayer-time in a conservative evangelical church; everyone is trying to avoid the slightest crinkle of program. I'm slipping in late, trying not to breathe. The presentations begin betray an attachment to form. To correct syntax and clever rhyme schemes. Also to the change of seasons, personal loss, generalizations on politics and small furry animals. Their inspirations, they say one by one, are Greek or Jazz. They are people who have learned how to read poetry, looking up... and down. voices swinging in and out like pendulums. A painting of  Raymond Carver, patron saint and ill-tempered ic

There are little "hmms" and "ahs" of appreciation like those you might hear during prayer-time in a rather conservative church and everyone tries very hard to avoid the slightest crinkle of a program. The presentations betray a deep attachment to form. To syntax and rhyme schemes. Also to seasons, loss, political particulars and small furry animals. Their aspirations, they say, are Greek or Jazz. They are people who have learned how poetry ought to be read, looking up... down... voice swinging in.. and out... like a pendulum... but still... it's just a parakeet. A Raymond Carver painting glowers across the room like an ill-tempered religio

Going away for a while. Fucking avoidant personality.   I'm still going.