invincible

to my lovely free-spirit friend, who is always finding beauty in people and places both near and far from home... just a reminder to her that she's invincible, and never alone.
p.s. i think this version is particularly fitting, since ani tells a traveling story.

"if he tries anything" by Ani DiFranco

i'm invincible

so are you

we do all the things

they say we can't do

we walk around

in the middle of the night

and if it's too far to walk

we just hitch a ride

we got rings of dirt

around our necks

we talk like auctioneers

and we bounce like checks

we smell like shit

still, when we walk down the street

all the boys line up

to throw themselves at our feet

i say i think he likes you

you say i think he do too

go and get him girl

before he gets you

i'll be watching you

from the wings

i will come to your rescue

if he tries anything

it's a long long road

it's a big big world

we are wise wise women

we are giggling girls

we both carry a smile

to show when we're pleased

we both carry a switchblade

in our sleeves

tell you one thing

i'm gonna make noise when i go down

for ten square blocks

they're gonna know i died

all the goddesses will come up

to the ripped screen door

and say,

what do you want, dear?

and i'll say,

i want inside

i say i think he likes you

you say i think he do too

go and get him girl

before he gets you

i'll be watching you

from the wings

i will come to your rescue

if he tries anything

trouble...

Sometimes a little trouble is just what you need. What I have in mind isn't actually available to me tonight, but I might go find the next best thing to entertain me for the evening. Think about the trouble you need... 

Completely Friday

Completely Friday
            by Luis García Montero
            translated by Katie King

By the detergents and dish soap
by the orderly books and broom on the floor,
by the clean windows, by the table
without papers, notebooks or pens,
by the easy chairs without newspapers,
whoever approaches my house
will find a day
that is completely Friday.

That is how I find it
when I go out into the streets
and the cathedral has been
taken over by the world of the living
and in the supermarket
June becomes a bottle of gin,
sausages and dessert,
fan of light in the kiosk
of the flower shop,
city that undresses completely Friday.

As does my body
which recalls the memory of your body
and foretells your presence
in the restlessness of all it touches,
in the remote control for the music,
in the paper of the magazine,
in the ice melted away
just as the morning melts away
completely Friday.

When the front door opens
the icebox divines what my body knew
and suggests other titles for this poem:
completely you,
morning of the return, good love,
good company.

Nowhere and Nothing

"Where are we going?" asked Pooh.

"Nowhere," said Christopher Robin.

So they began going there and after they had walked a little way Christopher Robin asked "What do you like doing best in the world, Pooh?"  ... (and then said) ... "what I like doing best is Nothing."

"How do you do Nothing?" asked Pooh after he wondered for a long time.

"Well, it's when people call out to you just as you're going off to do it, What are you going to do, Christopher Robin, and you say, Oh, Nothing, and then you go and do it."

"Oh, I see," said Pooh.

"It's a nothing sort of thing that we are doing right now."

"Oh, I see" said Pooh again.

"It means going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering."

  

-The Tao of Pooh

nonplussed

• "l think unimpressed."
  "No, speechless, perplexed."
• "Are you sure?"
  "l'm sure. Howard, define nonplussed."
• "Speechless, perplexed."
   "Thank you, Howard."
• "And that cellist, with the thing?"
   "Two umlauts, both U's".

Ambiguous

Today she decided to be suitably ambiguous, so you can think whatever you'd like about her. 

-StoryPeople

Iowa Nice.

Iowa Nice. Tonight is a night of few words (at least by me).