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the last of september
So it is Tuesday, the last of September. It finally begins to feel as though fall just may arrive after all. Your weekend felt rushed for the simple lack of time, and longing to spend more of it putting new succulents in soil. You found yourself in Pac Bell Park saturday night with your friend ben, beneath the bright lights and constant hum of chatter. You rode bart, and at one point going under the water, the train was screeching and shaking so violently, that you pondered your death. At the game you asked him, “what do you think the odds are that everyone in the stadium will stop speaking at precisely the same instant, and not make a single sound for two seconds?” you both pensively shook your heads. He pinched his lips together without the use of hands, and replied, “ a trillion to one.” He then laughed and said, “oh goddammit, what the hell am I talking about? I have no fucking idea.” you laughed. And then it was Sunday. You spent much of the day with your friend greg talking about life I guess. That’s rather broad, but then so is conversation with friends you‘ve not seen for some time.. You played music with Kristina Sunday night. Monday you worked and read and went to see Interpol at the warfield. Oh how badly you long to play the warfield theater. You were still awake at 1:32 am reading Jim Harrison. “going off a deep end appears to be a requisite to doing anything of consequence in this life…” he writes. Alas, you hope that you can swim. Perhaps tonight you will drink wine, light candles, and work on new songs. Singing softly to yourself in the belly of fall. September.
Posted by jeff at September 30, 2003 09:25 PM
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And while all that was happening, dearest friend, I was being urinated on by an infant.
There is something rather humbling about being baptized in my own child's waste products--by products, incidentally, of my dearest wife's breasts--once amazing sexual objects; now the infant equivalent of the Denny's Grand Slam.
1:32am, my wife was probably still awake, feeding him for the 93rd time that day (or so it seems). Wish I was reading, or even awake, but I fear that I slept right through it.
Posted by: Christian Kiefer at September 30, 2003 09:36 PM
Amen, Mr. Kiefer. Well said. I'm in the same boat and it feels like the Flying Dutchman sometimes. There is no respite from parenthood. Once a year perhaps we can pull into port. The baby is so beautiful and so full of need. Sleep is just a memory.
Posted by: babaminor at October 1, 2003 08:45 AM
babies are awesome. so is autumn. full of contemplation, empty of boiled anger.
Posted by: ChinRingDingO at October 1, 2003 11:36 AM
Empty of boiled anger? What in the hell are you talking about?
Posted by: babaminor at October 1, 2003 01:13 PM
mr kiefer~
your humor and beautiful words are inspiring to my writer's ears. you are loved. which you knew already i'm sure. also congratulations, i feel i have been largely oblivious to the details of life in the sacremento valley. unaware of the impending birth. ignorant in oregon. i would have given much to discuss with either you or jefferson the whys and wherefores of the artists life, or life in general. perhaps you'll see fit to pass on the wisdom or possible foolishness, which is not without value, that you two struck upon. around here there is no one to talk to but the blank pages of a notebook, which only listens.
Posted by: Dave at October 1, 2003 02:20 PM
Have you ever placed the heart of a cow in a pot of boiled water babaminor? It hisses and spits as if it were angry at this last act of submission. Why don't you go to my board if you want to attack what I have to say, perhaps I'll find the heart in you, too.
Posted by: ChinRingDingO at October 1, 2003 02:21 PM
and i have to quote "oh september, where did you go?"
and it's true, but isn't this mitten wearing weather nice?
Posted by: irene at October 1, 2003 04:36 PM
and i have to quote "oh september, where did you go?"
and it's true, but isn't this mitten wearing weather nice?
Posted by: irene at October 1, 2003 04:36 PM
to the women and men of the board of ATOT I follow in the steps of JR and bid you adieu.
I am off on a two year stint in the middle of a very hot and violent location. I will check in on you from the other side of the pond.
Enjoy the free forum and remember...
the rain raineth hardest on those who wish the rain to stop
and
cows have 3 stomachs for a reason. lactose is BAAAAAAAD for yizzou.
t is truth
email me for fun in the sun
Posted by: t at October 2, 2003 01:42 AM
Don't give up, you are close.
Posted by: Barrett Bill at December 10, 2003 01:33 PM
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