Summer, Vicki, summer

Wallhanging, orange, originally uploaded by jkeenan.

The wallhanging from spring sculpture, and the current poem on our fridge (made of magnetic poetry),

I study boy professor
verbose obtuse
brain/y
almost too smart
let philosophy come off in bed

to make way for new frequencies

not much insightful to say. there was a huge music festical in paris last night: a city-wide party. the streets packed with people. broken bottles on the sidewalks. lots of alcohol. "american sandwiches" which i've never seen in the states (hamburgers in a sub bun, fries also in the bun--which is a really good idea, actually). a different band every 20 steps. rock, jazz, rap, classical, opera, country. anything imaginable. example: guy with green mohawk in a kilt in front of a scottish bar playing "amazing grace" on a set of bagpipes. my legs were sore this morning.

is life different here? will life be different going back? from here or from what i remember of before? i'm not ready for things to change too much.

i think i would like to crawl into a vase and feel myself be sucked up by the stitched roots of certain powerful flowers (or,).  enclosed and veiled, to feel myself rise by a force other than my own, lifted and then    to open beautifully into the air--a surprise and not    a different way.   roll dice / end sequence.  for the time being, i'm still here. not much new, well-leveled. ready to crawl into the earth but not going to.

to make way for when
   you have somewhere to go and something
   to say

What had to move moved

The art department has a couple cabinets full of old bowls, fake fruit, broken appliances to use in still lifes. It's weird to look through these closets and find things you've once drawn or painted. I mean, when you stare at something for hours you develop an understanding of it--how it sits in space, at least--and seeing it again is like running into someone with whom you once shared something important. I feel a real affinity for this red candlestick that I drew, like, three times in Basic Drawing.

School ending was strange, I think, because it didn't feel very strange at all. This was the first year I wasn't hassling over packing my room. Classes just ended, and then Jess and I sat on the couch for two days, layed on the Norris lawn at night and sipped water from the sprinklers. Took a shower with my clothes on.

Home isn't as much home anymore, but a fun, comfortable, easy place to visit. Last night, finally discovered the perks of living here, standing on the top of a tall building looking out over all the lights.