dancing in the dirt...

well the road is out before me
and the moon is shining bright
what I want you to remember
as I disappear tonight
today is grey skies
tomorrow is tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here
-tom waits



...like a good carny player gone bad, my hands are empty.
No story, no post as l am off to the U.S. with my lovely family
for a week and a half. So l leave you again with a couple of snap
shots and a little running brook.



...a long time ago, while drinking one night at the "rocking horse"
pub, l noticed something. There was a couple dancing.
She was pretty, wearing a nice country dress with flowers, she
was precise with her dance. He was roughly dressed, hair askew,
it's like someone just kicked him in the dirt like a stone. But his dance,
he dances like he has no secrets. He doesn't know how to dance like
her, he doesn't know how to dance at all, but he does. He dances
beautifully wild like he doesn't care...
It's like Christopher Alexander's book "the timeless way of building",
"Care but don't care"

This is how we should build, how we should paint, how we should write,
how we should live and how we should love.





and her knees up on the glove compartment
took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like rootbeer
and she popped her gum and arched her back
-tom waits

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before l go
please take a look at "apollinaires tattoo"
He works hard, he lives in Cape Breton and you have to work hard
to live there. There is a beautiful sadness to his blog, a loneness,
something deep, like the ocean, or like a endless field.

goodbye

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