Morning Skype with one of my most favorite people on earth, living in Capetown. We live in a world where all we have to do is calculate our seven hour time difference correctly (it took a few tries), and then we can talk. Sometimes, still, this seems like magic and not technology.
Her favorite activities include – chewing on my fingers in group photographs:
Leading me into / through psychedelic geographies of all kinds:
And changing car wheels with me en route to strange parties held in the mountains, while wearing a head-lamp.
My favorite activities include, climbing mountains with her and discovering decapitated yogis at the top:
Hanging out brazenly on street corners at strange hours, like the reckless hooligans we are:
And drawing totemic animals on her limbs. And also, today, morning coffee, with only a laptop screen separating our halves of the planet.
In a field
I am the absence
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.
When I walk
I part the air
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.
We all have reasons
to keep things whole.
[Keeping Things Whole - Mark Strand]
From the Times piece about Mark Strand. My other favorite part: “To critics who complained that his poems, with their emphasis on death, despair and dissolution, were too dark, he replied, ‘I find them evenly lit.’”
All of the things are being made!
…was short-lived. But enthusiastic.
It’s hard to be this rich. I’m not gonna lie. It’s like, I wake up. I think of all the things I can buy. I get exhausted, just thinking about the private helicopters and the Italian summer houses and the Swiss ski-chalets and the domed hillside Tibetan meditation-chambers, and the vineyards and the pet slow loris habitats. And then I get up, and it’s like, with this kind of obscene wealth, there comes responsibility. Do I wear the diamond tennis bracelet, or the other diamond tennis bracelet? I don’t know. It’s hard. So then I go back to bed.