Pluck all your silly strings
Image: Keith Carter
Jump In (For Gilkey Elementary School) - High Places
They're small, with soft hands, sweet-scented hair and clay-porous minds, kaleidoscope eyes and hearts radiant as day lilies. Even so, they recognize condescension by several paces the way forest beasts see poison plants, as pretty and greeny as they are, as poison. And they know immediately their own kind -- speakers of the secret hiccuped, jigsawed jargon of childhood, as leaped, crouched, spun, yipped, yelped, shrieked and heyed as spoken, as sounded as much as sensed.
From O3/07 - 09/07 (eMusic), Myspace
Elsewhere:
Chris has a story about The Beatles (and some early demos) circa 1960, at Locust St.
posted by Amy at 8:40 AM
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2 Comments:
Amy, what famous poet wrote that entry? It's so familiar...
No, wait, that's you after years of hard work and concentration in front of a monitor, isn't it?
SYF readers: go back and dabble in some early entries on this site. And then pluck the occasional post from the intervening months as you make your way to the present. You'll get to watch something kinda amazing.
I'm calling you out publicly, Amy. Gosh darn, you evolved or something.
Oh Jon. :)
But does that mean when I started I sucked? (rhetorical question)
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