Something about today - the humidity, a sort of soft closeness to the air - has meant I've been very aware of the scent of things: flowers, rain, and pizza. All different, all diffused. It's warm, and thick, and I am feeling distinctly lethargic, and urrrgh, work is not happening.
So, in lieu of content - seriously, my life is uninteresting right now; it mostly features work, more work, the occasional forage for food and/or books, and doing (all) the G2 crossword(s) with
luminometrice - I am going to inflict my current playlist on you all instead.
Vienna Teng - Recessional
who are you, taking coffee no sugar? / who are you, echoing street signs?
I love this. I love it so much, I have listened to it a hundred times in ten days.
Vienna Teng - Love Turns 40
don't go, she says when he's sleeping / she says it to herself
The lyrics of this one, I think, make it for me. Actually, I don't think there's a single song by her without this lovely, sparse, astonishing lyricism.
Liz Phair - Divorce Song
and it's true I stole your lighter and it's also true I lost the map / but when you said I wasn't worth talking to I had to take your word on that
AngryLesbian Feminist MusicTM.
The Indelicates - Our Daughters Will Never Be Free
we said it's okay on the day we said nothing
Via
jacinthsong, this is the version I described as "plinky-plonky-disturbing" and she described as a three-minute song about the failures of third wave feminism. Listen to it.
Indigo Girls - Starkville
I remember one occasion when you were drinking / you asked me to the coast
This is soft and a little strange, a little haunting. I (still) love the Indigo Girls, oh, yes. It dawned on me a few days ago, while I was trying to explain to someone why I love them so much, that it's partly the mood they evoke - so many of their songs are associated in my headwith specific times, specific people, times when I was stressed out and times I was stumbling towards change and times I was dizzily falling in love - and partly because they are that good, that subtle, and that occasionally downright strange. And I do love how they sing about, well, everything. Have a song about the importance of political history -
Indigo Girls - Become You
it took a long time to become the thing I am to you
- and one about reincarnation -
Indigo Girls - Galileo
at least I know there'll be no nuclear annihilation in my lifetime
and one about, and I swear I am not making this up, and possibly I wish I were, but. Have a song about putting down that degree in philosophy and stepping out into the real world.
Indigo Girls - Closer To Fine
the less I seek my soul for some definitives / the closer I am to fine
And, finally. Before I attempt to go to bed, while I can still pretend it's not tomorow yet, a poem. I got this from
musesfool for National Poetry Month, and I've been waiting for a slow lazy Sunday to repost it, because it's lovely and it stayed with me.
when you have forgotten Sunday: the love story
—And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday,
And most especially when you have forgotten Sunday—
When you have forgotten Sunday halves in bed,
Or me sitting on the front-room radiator in the limping afternoon
Looking off down the long street
To nowhere,
Hugged by my plain old wrapper of no-expectation
And nothing-I-have-to-do and I'm-happy-why?
And if-Monday-never-had-to-come—
When you have forgotten that, I say,
And how you swore, if somebody beeped the bell,
And how my heart played hopscotch if the telephone rang;
And how we finally went in to Sunday dinner,
That is to say, went across the front room floor to the ink-spotted table in the southwest corner
To Sunday dinner, which was always chicken and noodles
Or chicken and rice
And salad and rye bread and tea
And chocolate chip cookies—
I say, when you have forgotten that,
When you have forgotten my little presentiment
That the war would be over before they got to you;
And how we finally undressed and whipped out the light and flowed into bed,
And lay loose-limbed for a moment in the week-end
Bright bedclothes,
Then gently folded into each other—
When you have, I say, forgotten all that,
Then you may tell,
Then I may believe
You have forgotten me well.
-Gwendolyn Brooks
So, in lieu of content - seriously, my life is uninteresting right now; it mostly features work, more work, the occasional forage for food and/or books, and doing (all) the G2 crossword(s) with
Vienna Teng - Recessional
who are you, taking coffee no sugar? / who are you, echoing street signs?
I love this. I love it so much, I have listened to it a hundred times in ten days.
Vienna Teng - Love Turns 40
don't go, she says when he's sleeping / she says it to herself
The lyrics of this one, I think, make it for me. Actually, I don't think there's a single song by her without this lovely, sparse, astonishing lyricism.
Liz Phair - Divorce Song
and it's true I stole your lighter and it's also true I lost the map / but when you said I wasn't worth talking to I had to take your word on that
Angry
The Indelicates - Our Daughters Will Never Be Free
we said it's okay on the day we said nothing
Via
Indigo Girls - Starkville
I remember one occasion when you were drinking / you asked me to the coast
This is soft and a little strange, a little haunting. I (still) love the Indigo Girls, oh, yes. It dawned on me a few days ago, while I was trying to explain to someone why I love them so much, that it's partly the mood they evoke - so many of their songs are associated in my headwith specific times, specific people, times when I was stressed out and times I was stumbling towards change and times I was dizzily falling in love - and partly because they are that good, that subtle, and that occasionally downright strange. And I do love how they sing about, well, everything. Have a song about the importance of political history -
Indigo Girls - Become You
it took a long time to become the thing I am to you
- and one about reincarnation -
Indigo Girls - Galileo
at least I know there'll be no nuclear annihilation in my lifetime
and one about, and I swear I am not making this up, and possibly I wish I were, but. Have a song about putting down that degree in philosophy and stepping out into the real world.
Indigo Girls - Closer To Fine
the less I seek my soul for some definitives / the closer I am to fine
And, finally. Before I attempt to go to bed, while I can still pretend it's not tomorow yet, a poem. I got this from
when you have forgotten Sunday: the love story
—And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday,
And most especially when you have forgotten Sunday—
When you have forgotten Sunday halves in bed,
Or me sitting on the front-room radiator in the limping afternoon
Looking off down the long street
To nowhere,
Hugged by my plain old wrapper of no-expectation
And nothing-I-have-to-do and I'm-happy-why?
And if-Monday-never-had-to-come—
When you have forgotten that, I say,
And how you swore, if somebody beeped the bell,
And how my heart played hopscotch if the telephone rang;
And how we finally went in to Sunday dinner,
That is to say, went across the front room floor to the ink-spotted table in the southwest corner
To Sunday dinner, which was always chicken and noodles
Or chicken and rice
And salad and rye bread and tea
And chocolate chip cookies—
I say, when you have forgotten that,
When you have forgotten my little presentiment
That the war would be over before they got to you;
And how we finally undressed and whipped out the light and flowed into bed,
And lay loose-limbed for a moment in the week-end
Bright bedclothes,
Then gently folded into each other—
When you have, I say, forgotten all that,
Then you may tell,
Then I may believe
You have forgotten me well.
-Gwendolyn Brooks
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on 2008-05-05 02:05 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-05-05 02:10 am (UTC)(PS, I listened to "Closer to Fine" with a friend at the end of my last day of classes, and just about totally lost it at "I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind / Got my paper and I was free." ACTUALLY THAT IS A DEEPLY AMBIVALENT MOMENT, INDIGO GIRLS.
...and then I did indeed end up in a bar at 3:00 a.m. ohgod.)
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on 2008-05-05 03:16 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-05-06 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-05-06 01:34 am (UTC)(ye gods, it is almost 3am here right now. Am I in a bar? Am I buggery.)
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on 2008-05-06 01:34 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-05-06 08:45 pm (UTC)Also, music from Iona ftw. I have no real words tonight, but I always enjoy listening to music you put up, so I am looking forward to this.
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on 2008-05-14 12:38 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-05-15 03:53 pm (UTC)