“therefore oh mojo — oh monkey paw” … from Andrea Blevins’ poem on QuickMuse (QuickMuse that I love and that I confessed to loving before and before that), seems about right. (Andrea Blevins is a fellow Wally, mentioned here a couple months ago. At QuickMuse, you can watch how she wrote the poem, or playback how it unfolded; or you can talk about it in the forum; or maybe be inspired or just dig it.)
Oh, and you could sign up for the QuickMuse newsletter, so that when you are away like I have been, are taking a technology break, either or both, and you come back to it, you will have amongst your many many email accts much much email to read (or delete or deal with in some way or another) something wonder full.
I get interesting email (& have a bunch of future entries for here to get around to writing thanks to them) but no one has ever asked me about my bike. Maybe I am some kind of contrarian; I am posting a picture of my bike, upon which I have taken a long ride earlier today, a more meaningful ride than others previous since I am now preparing in my bones for the move & contemplating the hills of Charlottesville as opposed to this flat lowcountry.
Actually — it occurs to me — I have other bikes, too: a mountain bike, a 10-speed, 5-speed, and a bunch of beach cruisers. I have been accumulating these, perhaps in overcompensation? Tho there were bikes around for riding when I was a girl, I never had one of my own nor the freedom (oldest girl, 6 siblings) for riding bikes like I wanted. What I do have still, gathered from a driven trip home early 90s, some of the yellow bricks from the sidewalk, in front of the house where I grew up, over which I learned to ride a two-wheeler. They bookend a small row of special books.
Now my parents are talking about leaving that house. Of my girlhood. Where I was, just a few days ago, their only child, having them all to myself for the first time of my life. Maybe the last, and only. Six of us kids; it’s really something pretty miraculous.
But Patti Smith’s Horses is almost finished playing now, and it is not 1975 (30 year anniversary CD Horses Horses was released November 2005 and read Auguries of Innocence, Ecco); still 1975 and Horses is felt and remembered — as must be! — a kind of proof, my brother’s (2, different) sons’ bands:
Killjingle (Chad)
and House of Cain. (Jason)
