Conversation

It wasn't about agreement. It was about expression and discovering modes you liked. At different times different persons present different or similar modes that are appealing or not, or become appealing after not having been, certain modes inspiring the pursuit of variations on a theme, juxtapositions, harmonies, contradictions, syntheses. Some walked around as if they were ambassadors of freewill and understanding while their dialogue was saturated with social stigmas and reservations which, if you tried to point out only led to a break (while they constantly pointed out yours). Others work hard in demanding positions involving a high degree of responsibility and happily acquiesce to requests for shelter, to share what they can, without cause for considerable reflection. Others simply look out for themselves while only considering their own immediate interests, denying the same requests even though they could easily share the time and space, while circumstances and change reinvigorate and challenge these stances, those whom you find publicly compelling occasionally becoming privately as well, the two dimensions fluctuating and remaining inert as different pressures inspire different reactions at different (or within the same) moments, depending upon one's enthusiasm, fatigue, worries, spirit. Faith and desire underly much of this complicated repetition, faith in the eternal return of the same, desire for the innovative challenge of the new, evolved or anathema, Dune, Lost Highway, divergent parallels providing strength to some, problems for others, meaningless or monumental, vas y fort, je m'en fou, and so on. I like to watch coffee brew or birds putter about or listen to Chopin's piano concertos or Groupo Fantasma, Broken Social Scene's form producing the same effect as Mozart, for now, and again, and then.

I have done or will do all these things.

My kettle's full of water,
my mug a bag of tea.
I liked that rash suggestion,
her sublime subtlety.

I waited for the métro
with book and pen in hand
but did not have the time to
read or write or plan though

movement left the snow coating
all the roads below in
blankets left for summer's
growing season I like

that smooth malt flavour
while it patiently coats my
veins with warmth.