Bokflykt

Jag har ägnat stora delar av natten och morgonen till att fly in i böcker. Thomas Pynchons "The Crying of Lot 49" som jag hämtade igår på posten är nästan genomläst, liksom Criminal Macabre av Steve Niles. Jag har sett "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" (vilket - jag erkänner - var rätt korkat) och "Broken Flowers", tagit en tvåtimmars nattpromenad genom ett okänt bostadsområde och står som en åsna mellan två hötappar om jag skall påbörja Mason & Dixon (Thomas Pynchon - såklart) eller Quincunx av Charles Palliser.

Yoga på morgonen igen, för första gången på en vecka. Kändes bra och framförallt bra för mina vader som tog lite stryk igår på promenaden.

Dagens musik är Rasputinas "Thank's for the Ether".
"Stumpside"
All that I have is this dull paring knife
Peeling potatoes for the rest of my life
Dirt floors bring dust so I hope for the best
I carry candles with pains in my chest

Face tied together with three times used string
Follow me see what I mean

Fixing a fencepost or feeding a cow
Two penny saltlick I never ask how
Animals like me though folks turn away
I like the pigeons I like what they say

Face tied together with three times used string
Follow me see what I mean

We come alone and leave alone and we look the horse in the mouth
We scratch the skin and break the bone and see birds migrating south.

By the side of the stump where she told us these things
If you hear a bell ring you get some wings.
Don't bother looking for what I've neglected to bring.
By the side of the stump where she told us these things
If you hear a bell ring you get some wings.
She's fallen farther than feathers that float in the wind.

I saw a wishing well down by the stream
I never understood what wishes mean
Just ask for nothing you get what you get.
I asked for something I've not got it yet.
Face tied together with three times used string
Follow me see what I mean

We come alone and leave alone and look the horse in the mouth
We scratch the skin and break the bone and see birds migrating south.

By the side of the stump where she told us these things
If you hear a bell ring you get some wings.
Don't bother looking for what I've neglected to bring.
By the side of the stump where she told us these things
If you hear a bell ring you get some wings.
She's fallen farther than feathers that float in the wind