July 20, 2006
Shuffled
Sometimes I think my little shuffle is not so random. I always listen to it when I'm walking from the parking lot to my class on Tuesdays and Thursday. Last Tuesday, it happened to play the perfect song. I thought maybe it was a fluke, but today it did it again.
It's rainy and warm. The campus seemed empty, but all the fountains were still on. I was melancholy, but the good kind of melancholy. And then Joanna Newsom. "En Gallop"
Lyrics:
This place is damp and ghostly
I am already gone.
And the halls were lined with the disembodied
and dustly wings, which fell from flesh
gasplessly.
And I go where the trees go,
and I walk from a higher education
(for now, for hire)
And it beats me, but I do not know.
Palaces and stormclouds
the rought, straggly sage, and the smoke
and the way it will all come together
(in quietness, in time)
And you laws of property
you free economy
you unending afterthoughts,
you could've told me before -
Never get so attached to a poem
you forget truth that lacks lyricism;
never draw so close to the heat
that you forget that you must eat.