I'm interested in memory because it's a filter through which we see our lives, and because it's foggy and obscure, the opportunities for self-deception are there. In the end, as a writer, I'm more interested in what people tell themselves happened rather than what actually happened.
Tryna remember her name, passenger seat, I might just give her the key
Thought I was done with drugs, now you want somethin' from me
Flawless Lucki, how much more with tax? But I thought love was free
Skippin' town, karma on my back, why she stalkin' me
Foxy Brown, powerful as dope, she write my song for me
"When you are working with creative people, you don't tell them what to do. You invite them to the party." -Frances Ford Coppola
i just always wanted to run away. even when i was young and was still afraid, more afraid. i’m doing that now, that’s what i’ve been doing this summer. running away from here. i’m restless moving nowhere. no idea where’d i’d wanna go, just not here. love seeing my car swallow up the road in front of me. sharks have the right idea. why stop and turn around, why not just keep hanging to one side until you’re there again. life works best through the power of momentum. i feel that the way we are raised constantly blocks the momentum of the spirit. where would i be if my spirit never had to stop and start again? how much goodness would i feel? what would i feel?
a myth is told at the end
of autumn when you are naked
with all the lights off & all you remember
is the voice of someone
you’ve forgotten: someone you said
you loved: so you stand here in the dark until
that song of flesh drowns your bones: & stays
like any starved god would
— Michael Wasson, from "Testament #90," Swallowed Light
Did you ever feel colored-in when a boy found you with his mouth? What if the
body, at its best, is only a longing for body? The blood racing to the heart
only to be sent back out, filling the routes, the once empty channels, the
miles it takes to take us toward each other. Why did I feel more myself
while reaching for him, my hand midair, than I did having touched him?