Jan. 15th, 2017

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I've got a Japanese post coming up tomorrow, but today I just lazed around the house and planned for the garden. I've got gardening problems. I think living in NYC for four years with almost no windows led to a deep desire to plant all the things whenever I have access to sunlight. This year I'm chucking some stuff out into the elements; winter-sowing, or whatever.

Also just painted my nails and hung about and - just right this instant - got a message from my father saying "love you enjoy the last days before the crazy nut president." Ah, gotta love it. At least I'll always have home to flee back to, even if home has its own problems.

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax