A belated happy Saturday to you all. A meditative post this afternoon—probably short, tho with a long song appended!
The sun is shining in Portland after a gray morning & a rainy night. As for me, I’m experiencing the odd tiredness that often sets in on me this time of year: a sometimes uncomfortable mixture of wishing to hibernate combined with restlessness about the short days & the onset of the cold.
In addition it’s a weekend for ghosts, & I’ve reached the age & point in my life’s circumstances where I experience such things only too literally, tho not in the paranormal sense of the word. The ghosts I know come from a note of music; a sentence in a book; a “certain slant of light;” the odor of dinner on the stove.
Here’s a ghost, & I don’t know what to make of it. One time in San Francisco back in the 90s I found myself in the Mission District for the Día de los Muertes parade. In a back alley, there were several costumed musicians wearing various death masks playing & singing “Magwaza,” a traditional South African tune that was covered gloriously by the great Johnny Dyani & his band on his album Witchdoctor’s Son. Witnessing that scene has always stayed with me—as if I’d stumbled briefly thru some veil like a character in one of the psychedelic 1960s thrillers.
Perhaps something in this season that speaks to the loneliness at our shoulders. Or is thaqt just my own obsession? One time I was asked how my early poems differed from the ones I wrote over the past few years. I said the early stuff was all about sex; the later stuff all about loneliness. Is this true? Sometimes I wonder that we even separate the two….
Thoughts as the music streams & the sunlight appears at the window—the sunlight itself seems a bit reluctant today—a bit reserved.
I’m going to venture out into that sunlight tho & find something on Portland’s streets this afternoon. What? A photograph, a meal, a book, a memory, a glimpse into another day….
Hope you each find something meaningful today.