July

July’s steam heat

Sage among the roses

Thyme between the paving stones

Nashi

Song for Richard Collopy

Years ago I started listening to the band Sun Kill Moon, fell in love with a few songs from their early cds. Couldn't help but think how much Mark Kozelek reminded me of Scott Appel. While going through some of the cassettes from Scott I found one labeled, Mark Kozelek. Here's a song from Among the Leaves.

Going to the Beach on Tuesday

The tide at night, murmur of bare feet on the sand.

The tide, at dawn, opens the eyelids of the day.

The tide breathes in the deep night and, sleeping, speaks in dreams.

The tide that licks the corpses that the coast throws at it.

The tide rises, races, howls, knocks down the door, breaks the furniture, and
then, on the shore, softly weeps.

The tide, madwoman writing indecipherable signs on the rocks, signs of death.

The sand guards the secrets of the tide.

Who is the tide talking to, all night long?

—Octavio Paz, from “Target Practice” in issue 201, Summer 2012: http://tpr.ly/16StZKq. Art Credit Richard Diebenkorn.

Some Movies

"We are the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men." Some movies just get better and better with age. The English Patient gets better and better, so beautifully rendered.

Europe Summer Summer

Tour de France, Wimbledon, Running of the Bulls, 
Bastille Day, nice sequence.