poempost: a quarter dilemma (fragment)

i am done with vision;
time to stand by this pond
and let a branch reach
out of the water and point:

across many waves,
at many leaves.

transposing rhetoric

last night,

"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

became

"And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright-- tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from our the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity, and unyielding hope."

and

"And I've seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people will get to the promised land."

became

"The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even one term, but America - I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you - we as a people will get there."

photopost: new england wandering (parts 2-5)

part 2: amherst walk + drive

in the heart of fall, when the air has the quality of vodka--good vodka--that's been left in the freezer for a long, long time. a place where i can have absolutely nothing to do and be content for days. also, the land of good beer.



part 3: the kitchen cabinet band practice

a detour to the city. made it in time to hang out with mikey's band. stuffed in a columbia dorm room and unplugged except for the bass. beautiful people + beautiful songs.



part 4: nyc to providence

woke up at 8am on john's birthday. every intention of leaving in time to make it to brown for lunch. then, the realization that i hadn't closed my tab at the club we were at last night (where, strangely enough, moby was the dj). had left to walk an old friend to the train, with all intention of returning. had not returned. a morning/afternoon of wandering chinatown, soho, little italy in search for a bowtie for john. ended up with mugs depicting chinese erotic art and a bag full of other treasures from a grocery store eerily similar to one i frequented in beijing. then, to john--on his birthday.



part 5: brown

simply, epic. a poem to follow. these pictures are from the peripheral moments of a maelstrom.