Showing posts with label Tori Amos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tori Amos. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

A Tori Amos Wednesday (j)

Today brings to mind (and iPod) the Tori Amos song "Wednesday" from her album Scarlet's Walk.  For some reason, it makes me think about my writing process.  Instead of a couple with communication issues and suspicions, it characterizes my writing projects eluding me - midweek, midsentence, mid-daydream.  This Wednesday afternoon in particular has been slow and uncertain and unsatisfying (despite coffee), but I did somehow manage to meet my thousand word minimum.  Sometimes, the minimum is all you can do. 

Nothing here to fear
I'm just around being foolish
when there is work to be done
just a hang-up call
and the quiet breathing
of our Persian we call Canjun
on a Wednesday

So we go from year to year
with secrets we've been keeping
though you say you're not a temper man
seems as if we're circling for very different reasons
but one day the Eagle has to land.

Out past the fountain, a left by the station
I start the day in the usual way
then think, well, why not and stop for a coffee
and begin to recall things that you say...

One thing I can say is that it may feel like the Eagle keeps circling and circling and nothing is resolved on this molasses-slow day - characters are flat, words are silly and forced, the plot is limp as spaghetti - but it will "land".  Maybe not today, but it will. 

Monday, December 24, 2012

Iceblink (j)

Day 104


Iceblink is the bright appearance of the sky caused by reflection from a distant ice sheet.  This puts me in mind of a Tori Amos phrase, snowblind, from her song of the same name, "SnowBlind":

Some get snowblind
with the daylight
but then with the night
for once see clearly...

We're experiencing a particular iceblink, snowblind day.  Despite the darkness that surrounds the solstice, and the unavoidable fact that our hemisphere is turned farther away from the sun, sun light is actually much brighter now on clear days like this when it reflects off the sun.  Winter can be brighter (though colder) than summer.  There is poetry here.


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