Thoughts on "love melts us"

A friend's short story included the line "Love melts us," and I just think that is so true. And, I don't mean in the 80's love song way -- at least not completely.

I recently wrote a poem about love's melting abilities.



I listen to a song in my car on the way to work.


I listen to a song in my car on the way to work.
It’s a sad song about longing, un-returned love –
Heart on the sleeve kind of thing.
I’ve heard this one before
And really felt it.
Now the feeling passes me by like a bus that left me off on a previous pass.
Oh, yes, the driver makes eye contact with me, but
She shakes her head as if to say:
“You don’t belong on this bus.”
My arms extended, I see them fly by:
The passengers, the weepers, the gnashers of teeth, the dreamers.
Tearless, I think, I don’t belong here
And rewind the song and listen again.
And again.

"To young to hold on and to old to just break free and run"

I have a tape with Jeff Buckley's cover of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah." In the middle of the song, Buckley mixes in the Smiths' "I Know It's Over." It's haunting. Buckley seems to come up in many conversations lately. "Everybody Here Wants You," "Last Goodbye," and this song.

LITTLE JACKIE!

I was listening to Morning Becomes Eclectic on my way to work and discovered Little Jackie. "The Stoop" and "Black Barbie" are two of my favs, and this song's video is so much fun.

"There's only one me in the galaxy; I am an endangered species."

nobody knows me better.

Saw Leona Naess open for Ray LaMontagne....twice. I originally came across Leona in 2000 from an acquaintance in D.C. I couldn't find it on youtube, but here are the lyrics to "Chosen Family."

When his hands are in mine
I know that we'll be fine
And no ocean can keep me away
My love

It's really a beautiful song.

Insanity

"we must face our own ugliness. we often must become painfully aware of the unworkability of a pattern before we are willing to give it up. it often seems, in fact, that our lives get worse rather than better when we begin to work deeply on ourselves. life does not actually get worse; it is just that we feel our own .... more because we are no longer anesthetized by unconsciousness." ...from m. williamson

but there is something beautiful in the humanity of our "ugliness" and our awareness of that ugly/beauty.

Pobre de mi

On Sundays, mis abuelitos take me to lunch in Old Town Placentia. Driving there, I sit in the back of the cadillac with the back heater on high as we sing Linda's Canciones de mi Padre. We've done the sing in the cadillac thing for many years. My favorite is when we are in New Mexico.
(ay corazon . . .)

ah Elliott

I religiously listened to Elliott Smith the semester in D.C. and couldn't believe it when I heard he stabbed himself.


Reminds me of Bright Eyes.


Actually, when I saw Conor at the Hollywood Bowl, I worried he'd pull out a knife.