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Nina Simone – Ain’t Got No/I Got Life

A bit of optimism can fight the feeling of doom that is almost tangible in this city.

a break from the smog

Highlands, October 2008

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Today I feel like listening to Sabotage 20 times in a row. It’s one of those days.

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I know this vicious minute’s hour;
It is a sour motion in the blood,
That, like a tree, has roots in you,
And buds in you.
Each silver moment chimes / in steps of sound,
And I, caught in mid-air perhaps,
Hear and am still the little bird.
You have offended, periodic heart;
You I shall drown unreasonably,
Leave you in me to be found
Darker than ever,
Too full with blood to let my love flow in.
Stop is unreal;
I want reality to hold / within my palm,
Not, as a symbol, stone / speaking or no,
But it, reality, whose voice I know
To be the circle not the stair of sound.
Go is my wish;
Then shall I go,
But in the light of going
Minutes are mine
I could devote to other things.
Stop has no minutes / but I go or die.

Dylan Thomas