There is something to be said for getting your ass kicked, for enjoying the process of a beat down… and we are lucky for the strength earned from personal accountability. Yet, I’m increasingly aware of my apparent lack of resolve in finishing projects. I’ve spent two September days working the large soft holds on Animal… leaving each time without the mechanics… and grappling with my stilled announcement… where has the Animal gone?
It’s unlikely I will find another September day for Animal, and yet I rest at night. Burning Man, Austin, New York, Greenwich, Clear Creek, Vail, Paradise… all distant footsteps of September’s eventual close. So many sidetrance heart beats… clock works from the Street… memories of 09/11…
The pavement granite Animal; shouldering swallowing rapids, roped monkeys high on industrial choss, buss loaded zombies armed with thin leather gloves, hunched over dirt cops with a mechanical eye for MPH, choppers and leather chapped bar fat angles… all an integral part of the canyon’s urban artery… a chunky liquid… pavement sedatives.
The irony of Outlook… a constant synchronization of Black Berry… is buzzing. Who is your provider?
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4 comments:
Nice Blog :)
nice
sounds like you need me to rough you up a bit to get you psyched for the send.
meanwhile, the animal awaits, hidden in plain sight by the preoccupation of the daily grind. the animal awaits, hidden by the shadows of dusk, night, and dawn. belted by scorching sun and torrential rains, the animal awaits still, unwavering, undaunted.
this is the animal's tact. this is the animal's power, cloaked in momentary silence, hair-triggered and ever-ready to explode with violent precision.
tick, tock
holy crap ... just saw this entry.
like whoa.
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