Dear Radio-Dodo Heads,
Here is a great song for you, for today. If you will permit me the suggestion, I hope you will listen to it once, with closed eyes & monitors; and then, listen while watching, because it is a very enjoyable music video.
PS
Dry Cleaning is a pretty great band; try Leafy, which the one my DJ played for me last week. Knackering drinks with close friends indeed! Are there llama plushies here?!
Dear Poet,
I thought I'd write you a poem about the land tide. It'd go a little something like this:
How would it feel, to go so slow,
snail slow, superslow enough
to feel the land tide? To feel the few inches
that the earth lunges towards, leans towards, the moon.
Leaning and lunging with the land tide,
you'd feel your own blood rising up
with it, tingling the top of your head,
you might jump up, at the peak of the land tide, and you'd go a little higher,
leaping imperceptibly further.
Dear Weekend,
I've been reading all about reading poetry all aloud, and I am all for it. Try this great, and hitherto unknown to me, poem by Anne Waldman, Uh-Oh Plutonium.
Tomorrow, another fine poem! Stay tuned!
