Poetry & Other Vices

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deep joy

- wonderful and sooner-than-expected news for dear friends of mine as they continue on the long journey toward legally making the two little boys they love their own

- in paris at the moment, not able to sleep, so i am up answering email. but the man i love is sleeping in the room just down the hall and this is the first time in my life i’ve ever felt this bone-deep happy. a little more than one month and i’ll be living here permanently, or at least as permanently as permanent can be when there are two countries, work visas, immigration laws and legal issues of our own with which to contend. i never imagined this for my life, not for one second, but who am i to ask why? just immensely grateful.

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these boots are made for walking

is it just me or are the lyrics to this song seriously underrated?

“you keep lyin’ when you oughta be truthin’”

“you keep a-samin’ when you oughta be a-changin’”

“I just found me a brand new box of matches/and what he knows you ain’t had time to learn”

so subtle. so funny.

(I’ve recently become insomniac)

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portraitoftheartistasayoungman:

Wilco, Nick Lowe & Mavis Staples rehearse “The Weight.”

Wow. Just wow.

[h/t Robert]

i’m not much one for music videos, and even less videos that are people just standing around playing and singing.

but lord (and i do mean jesus christ), this is lovely. i can’t remember the last time the very evident pleasure of the deep joy and beauty found in work, collaboration, and expression came together in quite this way.

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for next time you go hunting.

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we walked into the house carrying a pinata bought on a whim at a mexican supermercado in hartford, mi. intending it mostly as a gag, the night turned sublime when sid drilled a hole in the ceiling, the four kids were instructed to run upstairs and put on costumes, and a blunted piece of wood was found that could be wielded with ease by children ages 4-8. events unfolded from there, culminating in tequila shots for any adult participants and kate beautifully executing the grand finale with a baseball bat.

afterward, aftermath, children still costumed, pinata decapitated and finding afterlife as mask, tree topper, stage prop, a small child sat on my lap and the man next to me read him a bedtime story. bear snores on. i won’t forget it.

how lucky am i to have such game friends? this marks year four of new year’s eve with sid & kate, ken & carrie. can’t wait for next year. we’ll be there, even if it means crossing the atlantic.

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