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2002-10-15 "Stop the bus! I want to be lonely. The seconds pass slowly and years go flying by. You gotta stop the bus, and get off here. Enough's enough, and I'm leaving this factory..." Embarrassed by liking this sticky lyric by Ben Folds. Just like 'skipping the light fantastic out of town,' it strikes me with blue collar poetry of a humming, dull head re-evaluating repetition over and over again. And the same again, I need something to tap me on the corner, lift the landscape painted veil. The invisible box of a metaphor. The clear plastic box containing lace and a carnation. The same question has different answers at different times and to let it rest answered...it can't. Pluck and plant and uproot and push back in, repeat. |