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One year in autumn
Sep. 5th, 2003 01:03 amFirst of all, to whatever overpaid cracksmoker earned his high-priced consulting fee by fucking up the way LJ looks, & making it resemble a tag you'd find on a pair of pants from The Gap, I think you need to have the soles of your feet caned. Then I think you need to be fired. Thank you.
I think I overdid it on my excercises last night. Chest hurts.
I love this time of year. You cannot understand how much I love it. No one can. The way the sun looks in the sky come late afternoon or early morning, the way fallen leaves look on the ground. The way the air *feels.* Nothing can describe the way the air of autumn feels against the skin in this part of the country in this age of the world. Trouble is, here in the midwest, we never know how long autumn will be. Rarely, as was the case last year, it will last for many, many months. More often, it will be a fleeting two-week window between blazing summer and blasting winter. How many days of my life when I die will have been spent in this season I love so much. How few? It seems like autumn will always be there, but will I even have spent one full year in autumn when my years on this earth are done? Will I be so lucky to have had a full 365 of these days I cherish so much? Will I have spent them as I should?
Last year at this time I was actively involved in a production of Shakespeare's "Macbeth." I had made a whole new group of friends from the show who became the center of my life and I had drifted away from Lesley. The hurt of her changing her mind about who she wanted made me need to be away from her for a while. Now, a year later I see Lesley regularly and I haven't talked to any of the folks from "Macbeth" in months. Back then the novel wasn't done and now it is. Back then I thought I'd be driving this car forever. Now it may be replaced in a matter of days. These are the little ebbs and flows of life that I notice.
In autumn more than ever do I turn to the music of Klay Scott, especially the AP2 project. I sat down to figure out why I associate autumn with him and came to the conclusion it's because so much of his work is about the ending of things or the reflection of things long ended. Aside from Autumn obviously being the end of many things, it's always been the time I used for reflecting on the past. It's also the time when I long the most to listen to Type O Negative because COME ON, it's autumn and it's Type O Negative! (Chocolate + peanut butter, peanut butter + chocolate.)
Neither of these artists is what I'm listening to right now. I can be as strange as autumn itself.
I think I overdid it on my excercises last night. Chest hurts.
I love this time of year. You cannot understand how much I love it. No one can. The way the sun looks in the sky come late afternoon or early morning, the way fallen leaves look on the ground. The way the air *feels.* Nothing can describe the way the air of autumn feels against the skin in this part of the country in this age of the world. Trouble is, here in the midwest, we never know how long autumn will be. Rarely, as was the case last year, it will last for many, many months. More often, it will be a fleeting two-week window between blazing summer and blasting winter. How many days of my life when I die will have been spent in this season I love so much. How few? It seems like autumn will always be there, but will I even have spent one full year in autumn when my years on this earth are done? Will I be so lucky to have had a full 365 of these days I cherish so much? Will I have spent them as I should?
Last year at this time I was actively involved in a production of Shakespeare's "Macbeth." I had made a whole new group of friends from the show who became the center of my life and I had drifted away from Lesley. The hurt of her changing her mind about who she wanted made me need to be away from her for a while. Now, a year later I see Lesley regularly and I haven't talked to any of the folks from "Macbeth" in months. Back then the novel wasn't done and now it is. Back then I thought I'd be driving this car forever. Now it may be replaced in a matter of days. These are the little ebbs and flows of life that I notice.
In autumn more than ever do I turn to the music of Klay Scott, especially the AP2 project. I sat down to figure out why I associate autumn with him and came to the conclusion it's because so much of his work is about the ending of things or the reflection of things long ended. Aside from Autumn obviously being the end of many things, it's always been the time I used for reflecting on the past. It's also the time when I long the most to listen to Type O Negative because COME ON, it's autumn and it's Type O Negative! (Chocolate + peanut butter, peanut butter + chocolate.)
Neither of these artists is what I'm listening to right now. I can be as strange as autumn itself.
