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Jan. 21st, 2020 09:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormThe huge temperature upswing has lifted everyone's mood. Everyone wanted to go outside and frolic in the sunshine. I wanted to skip around and chase my tail. Instead I snowblew and dug a path to the greenhouse through hip-deep snow and carried hay for the birds.
The piglets are out now, running around with the bigger pigs. They're shorter than the pig-trails through the snow.
I slept late and dreamed of Angus, who was just as sweet in the dream as he is in real life, but in the dream he had an airborne wheat allergy. It was scary. I miss him.
It's a little cooler today, and windy, but still relatively warm.
I ordered some seeds yesterday. It was light already when I left home this morning. Soon I'll be getting home by sunset after work.
There's still a lot of winter to get through but spring seems like it will come. I'm coming to love these seasons so deeply. It's not reasonable but it's true. This land is getting in my bones so much faster than I ever imagined.
This warmth reminded me of this poem I posted in 2007. On reread, I realise it's about masculinity.
The Beginning of April
I feel terribly strong today
it's like the time I arm-wrestled a friend
and beat him so badly I sprained his wrist
or when I made a woman who was really beautiful
love me when she didn't want to
it must be the warm weather
I think
I could smash bricks with my bare hands
or screw
until I was half out of my mind
the only trouble
jesus the only trouble
is I keep thinking about a kid I saw starving on television
las night from biafra he was unbearably fragile
his stomach puffed up arms and legs sticks eyes distorted
what if I touched somebody like that when I was this way?
I can feel him going stiff under my hands
I can feel his belly bulging ready to pop
his pale hair disengaging from its roots like something awful and alive
please
I won't hurt you I want you in my arms
I want to make something for you to eat like warm soup
look I'll chew the meat for you first
in case your teeth ache
I'll keep everybody away if you're sleeping
and hold you next to me like a little brother when we go out
I'm so cold now
what are we going to do with all this?
I promise I won't feel myself like this ever again
it's just the spring it doesn't mean anything please
C.K. Williams
The piglets are out now, running around with the bigger pigs. They're shorter than the pig-trails through the snow.
I slept late and dreamed of Angus, who was just as sweet in the dream as he is in real life, but in the dream he had an airborne wheat allergy. It was scary. I miss him.
It's a little cooler today, and windy, but still relatively warm.
I ordered some seeds yesterday. It was light already when I left home this morning. Soon I'll be getting home by sunset after work.
There's still a lot of winter to get through but spring seems like it will come. I'm coming to love these seasons so deeply. It's not reasonable but it's true. This land is getting in my bones so much faster than I ever imagined.
This warmth reminded me of this poem I posted in 2007. On reread, I realise it's about masculinity.
The Beginning of April
I feel terribly strong today
it's like the time I arm-wrestled a friend
and beat him so badly I sprained his wrist
or when I made a woman who was really beautiful
love me when she didn't want to
it must be the warm weather
I think
I could smash bricks with my bare hands
or screw
until I was half out of my mind
the only trouble
jesus the only trouble
is I keep thinking about a kid I saw starving on television
las night from biafra he was unbearably fragile
his stomach puffed up arms and legs sticks eyes distorted
what if I touched somebody like that when I was this way?
I can feel him going stiff under my hands
I can feel his belly bulging ready to pop
his pale hair disengaging from its roots like something awful and alive
please
I won't hurt you I want you in my arms
I want to make something for you to eat like warm soup
look I'll chew the meat for you first
in case your teeth ache
I'll keep everybody away if you're sleeping
and hold you next to me like a little brother when we go out
I'm so cold now
what are we going to do with all this?
I promise I won't feel myself like this ever again
it's just the spring it doesn't mean anything please
C.K. Williams
