James Poolos 2008 (4)

Fortunately, I did take part in SA4QE with that very quote. In fact, I was so thrilled at the subversiveness of it all, I posted it twice (on the bulletin board at my kid's school in San Francisco and on the front door of Dr. Insomnia's coffee house in Novato).

Sometime now I dream of music. Not opera music, what it is I do not know. Over me, under me, all around me. I can hear it, I can feel it. When I wake up, it is gone. Lost, nothing remembered.

from Come Dance With Me

James Poolos 2008

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By Poolos on Moleskine Monday, a catalog of journal entries comprising passages from my library and other less papery sources.

Eli Bishop 2004

Stuck to a lamp-post at the top of a hill in Dolores Park, San Francisco - too urban a setting maybe, but at least a romantic scene did take place near there, what seems like ages ago:

Here is the ribbon she tied to the grass stem. It's blue, fluttering in the same wind. It's realer than it was when she put it there, it's more than itself. 'What is it?' Max says to his mind. 'Is it that reality isn't real to me the first time around?'

'What it is,' says his mind, 'is that you aren't always real the first time around.'

- from Her Name Was Lola