Tim speaks

 Listenin to OK Computer in the radio and trying to become like the rainbow of sounds Radiohead leads us to broadcast Love in the terrahterz band across the interstellar domain picked up in the subconscious by the Pineal gland deep inside your dark brain tissue ;ile two entangled lovers for afar

 ecology ebbs and flows like waves of heat reflecting off the moon.

getting back to minimalism

making it easier to do hard things

how long the bardo

 moms stay her return home and the death watch complete with more meds to ease the crossing

write about diffuculty and trouble?

images from 

 

Planetarium BY ADRIENNE RICH

Thinking of Caroline Herschel (1750—1848) astronomer, sister of William; and others. A woman in the shape of a monster    a monster in the shape of a woman    the skies are full of them a woman      ‘in the snow among the Clocks and instruments    or measuring the ground with poles’ in her 98 years to discover    8 comets she whom the moon ruled    like us levitating into the night sky    riding the polished lenses Galaxies of women, there doing penance for impetuousness    ribs chilled    in those spaces    of the mind An eye,           ‘virile, precise and absolutely certain’           from the mad webs of Uranusborg                                                             encountering the NOVA    every impulse of light exploding from the core as life flies out of us              Tycho whispering at last              ‘Let me not seem to have lived in vain’ What we see, we see    and seeing is changing the light that shrivels a mountain    and leaves a man alive Heartbeat of the pulsar heart sweating through my body The radio impulse    pouring in from Taurus          I am bombarded yet         I stand I have been standing all my life in the    direct path of a battery of signals the most accurately transmitted most    untranslatable language in the universe I am a galactic cloud so deep      so invo- luted that a light wave could take 15    years to travel through me       And has    taken      I am an instrument in the shape    of a woman trying to translate pulsations    into images    for the relief of the body    and the reconstruction of the mind.

Adrienne Rich, "Planetarium"  from Collected Poems: 1950-2012. Copyright © 2016 by The Adrienne Rich Literary Trust.  Copyright © 1971 W. W. Norton & Company, Inc. Reprinted by permission of W. W. Norton & Company, Inc.. Source: The Fact of a Doorframe: Selected Poems 1950-2001 ( W. W. Norton and Company Inc., 2002 ) Please note: We strive to preserve the text formatting of poems over email, but certain email clients may distort how character indent, line wraps, and fonts appear.

 The thing is that I tried so hardy to love her goddess hips full of an sullied army of doctors and engineers

Rain #2

 You are Earth

Mother to the foothills and the 

jagged peaks.

Water at the mountains

Snow colored passes

Until green rushes up the slopes

Awakening the giant of the Valleys

And of the coast

With water magical energy blue.

Fractional Dimention One

 No Im not going to the Dove again tonight.  Chelsie is having trouble over a divorce. That is not anything I want to accidentally get involved. Just friends. And step back to a safe distance ma'am. So I'm not making this part up Lauren the Super One cashier was definitely flirtatious. She told me she was about to go home.  I said mine is filthy and she agreed that her house must be even filthier (well, maybe I'm making that part up)  I will look for her and get in her line again.  My point is, everyone seems so horny and flirtatious at work and at home.  I must just have sex on my mind. That's a beginning simple as a flower: ecology ebbs and flows like waves of heat reflecting off the moon. 

Gonna make chicken ettoufe from a can when I get back from eye dr gonna shoot a laser beam into my rt eye! I will let you know how it goes.

My love life, I have been over empathizing with modern love.  the doctor will look at my eyes and i think she looks at my soul.  you see i think I wish she could. Skepticism alone holds back my clouding cataracts.

The world seems clear. think of radiohead.