The song in my head: Captain & Tenille, "The Way That I Want To Touch You." This is a vast improvement over "I'm Not Lisa," sung by Jesse Colter, everyone would have to agree.
My favorite words of late in deliberate order:
salubrious (really, an all-time favorite)
My least favorite words in random order:
Current state of mind: happily confused, affectionately warbling
Reading: Still plowing through THE OUTLAW BIBLE OF AMERICAN LITERATURE. With people running in the gamut of Sapphire and Annie Sprinkle, Lenny Bruce and Malcolm X to R. Crumb and Maggie Estep, this book is my mental palette cleanser and I will probably cry when I am done with it. As it is a fucking huge tome, that will not happen any time soon. My other mainstay: Leonard Cohen's BOOK OF LONGING.
Listening: my mainstay while writing of late is Martha Wainwright's self titled debut. Anyone who writes a line like, "Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore," is going to get a lot of airplay in my office space. When in action mode! Fishbone; TRUTH & SOUL. I've got to thank Eddie C for that one.
Eating: anything mushy. Not eating too damn much.
My favorite image: Baba Yaga
I've been remembering a lot and find myself wanting to reach out to people and give them a psychic smooch on the cheek and a back-cracking hug. I tend to whole up in my cave when my brain is in over drive but when I slow down long enough to look around I realize how lucky I am to have the people I have in my life.*
The world is a scary place and the future is uncertain. But we all have each other. Wow. Does it sound like I should be busting into some sixties tune as I do a whirling dervish with a long fringed vest on?**
*and, no, I'm not just writing that because I'm medicated...
**OK. Maybe it is the meds...