Tuesday, January 20, 2009


Praise song for the day.

Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others' eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of repair.


I was listening to President Obama take the oath of office as I crossed the Mississippi River from Missouri into Illinois.


Someone mentioned that his speech was in some type of accentual syllabic meter, but it's not scanning that way for me.


I feel like I've been on an eating tour of the Midwest. Whew.

I had fried pickles. Yes, Stacey. I had them. What's scary is that I liked them.


Current Spin:

Cloud Cult--"Everybody Here is a Cloud"

1 comment:

Collin Kelley said...

I think it's kind of cool that you were on the road, crossing state lines and listening to this. There's probably a poem in there.