do_you_fall_or_do_you_dive Piso Mojado "Carl Jung, contrasting James Joyce to his schizophrenic daughter Lucia, said that they 'were like two people going to the bottom of a river, one falling and the other diving.'" -Writing in Flow: Keys to Enhanced Creativity, Susan K. Perry 050219 ... jane i like to try to convince myself that i'm diving, when really i'm falling, enjoying passing colors 050219 ... mon uow i jump i fly 050220 ... .z. dive. fall. fly. crash. all 050222 ... Mister Brightside the wind changes directions - flight becomes dive dive becomes fall and when that happens even still, deep water is as unforgiving as jagged rock 050223 ... nom bellyflop 061010 ... Emptyness Alive fall into her eyes dive into her heart 061010 ... the awful truth In weather clear, from this roof I see Empire State, red white and green The Chrysler too a view pristine I think so clear, know what I mean And in the rain the fog is dense I look down to the street and miss The people walking by are gone I’m six floors up and oh I’m all alone. And in the street I’m riding by The color’s green I’m making time to places I don’t need to be and I don’t know anyone I see. But stopping in a park to sit and smoke I think about these notes These faces floating, time Erases all the relation you keep. And then you’re trying to sleep. When I’m down feeling out of step climb that one flight to the roof and look north, west, east: New Jersey, the south with Little Italy and I am here on Bleecker Street And I don’t know anyone I never meet. But in the park I can sit and watch the people walk and Find some old men playing chess And with them I talk about some politics Religion and narcotics and Roll another cigarette and Wonder have I seen her yet. Have I seen her yet? Well I can’t forget her name That I know I’ve never heard I don’t know her face but I think I know the words she’ll say When she’s inside my dream, “the past is nothing, future too. Just rest right here with me.” Well I can’t recall the shape of her hands Around my neck But I know their feeling, tight around me as we sweat And we’re naked in the sheets, out the window looking east to World Trade number 5. The towers gone She shudders and she sighs and he breaks. I break. In weather clear, from this roof I see Empire state, red white and green And Chrysler too the view pristine I think so clear know what I mean And in the rain the fog is dense I look down to the street and miss The people walking by are gone I’m six floors up and oh I’m all alone. 061010 ... sameolme I would dive into my warm pool every night. A pint of brandy and some good bud would dissolve me into the world of Finnigan's Wake (read aloud). Beyond the comprehension of any plot, suddenly a clarity would pop out of the words and I would break into laughter and song. I was thrown up and out of this private universe years ago, and have been gasping in the dry air of this world ever since. 080302 ... lyrical beauty when_you_cant_find_the_why it's_not_that_it's_bad do_you_fall_or_do_you_dive 110924 ... arwyn Dive I leap. my arms open to embrace the nothingness of open air. a small smile on my face. the wind throwing my hair back. I thrill to the plummet. will I come back up? will I stay cradled in the air? fall tumbling head over heels and back again clawing at the open air grasping for anything to save me eyes wide; frightened from the height. I won't make it. I won't survive. gasping for air to scream. gravity pulls me down down down 190901 ... unhinged cliff_diving i did it again we talked for hours and i can't stop smiling or daydreaming snapped me right out of my funk 190901 ... Piso Mojado you drown in the world's tears 191206 ... unhinged but_then i found the raft of the dharma to keep me afloat 191207 what's it to you? who go blather from