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There are times when I cannot get enough of Kate Bush...
her music, her lyrics, images felt between line & chord...
sometimes the hunger to hear a certain song is almost
tangible, like a living, breathing thing caught within the
breast... 

                          * * *

i found a book on how to be invisible
take a pinch of keyhole
and fold yourself up
you cut along the dotted line
you think inside out
and you're invisible

          eye of braille
          hem of anorak
          stem of wallflower
          hair of doormat

i found a book on how to be invisible
on the edge of the labyrinth
under a veil you must never lift
pages you must never turn
in the labyrinth

you stand in front of a million doors
and each one holds a million more
corridors that lead to the world
of the invisible
corridors that twist and turn
corridors that blister and burn

          eye of braille
          hem of anorak
          stem of wallflower
          hair of doormat

          is that the wind from the desert song?
          is that an autumn leaf falling?
          or is that you, walking home?
          is that the wind from the desert song?
          is that an autumn leaf falling?
          or is that you, walking home?
          is that a storm in the swimming pool?

you take a pinch of keyhole
and fold yourself up
you cut along the dotted lines
and think inside out
you jump 'round three times
you jump into the mirror
and you're invisible

how to be invisible, Kate Bush
© 2005 Kate Bush, Noble & Brite

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In the past when someone learned that I knit and asked what I
make—"sweaters, hats, vests?"—my standard reply was:  "I knit
like a Mexican works on cars*...I don't actually make anything.
I just knit."
   Their reactions varied, from a non-plussed stare to an uneasy 
grin. Those who knew me well simply nodded in understanding.
   While today I do actually 'make things,' they are never the
products of beautifully intricate, precise patterns...I find the need
to follow rigid instructions difficult. No. Impossible. I've tried, and
have failed repeatedly, never able to stop myself from 'coloring
outside the lines."
   Today, my favorite knitting projects are crazy throws, made from
randomly selected and wildly differing skeins of exotic yarn, string,
twine, whatever catches my eye and is knitable, varying the pattern
on the fly as the spirit moves.
   The results are eclectic, sometimes decidedly peculiar, and not
to everyone's taste...but they are always an accurate reflection of
me, myself and I.


*my sincere apologies to the Mexican community. No insult intended.

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moon nova

[left yesterday on UseFilm]

Neven Spirkoski  {K:940} 9/16/2006
you have fantastic forks

jude  {K:15566} 9/17/2006
Thank you, Neven. It's good to know you appreciate
them. I can't tell you how often my cutlery has proven
to be a major disappointment...