flying back across the country sunday, one of the bumpiest plane rides i've ever experienced, at least in a normal size jet. outside of a tiny two-prop fifteen-seater i once took from portland to boston, and thought death and destruction the entire time. this ride, i ordered a double scotch and slept through much of it, stirring to the arid terrariums of texas, and later to oddly luminescent icy peaks of northern new mexico, the sangre de cristo range that i used to hike in high school. blood of christ, heh. i was thinking blood this whole trip. wanting to strangle the cutesy couple next to me, holding hands in their panic. thinking blood, watching the wing quiver in the turbulence like palm fronds, and brashly wanting the thing to actually shear, or to snap, not in a suicidal mind: i just wondered if it could actually happen. the give and flex that they build into machines always amazes me. my aikido teacher says that people are like that, when completely relaxed and maintaining ki throughout dailylife; it's why the very enlightened, and the very drunk, are able to walk away from horrendous accidents unscathed at times. natural flexibility taking over, protecting.
i also thought blood as a function of consumption, flying in a state of exhaustion and utter confidence that comes from extended high times. i feel unquenchably voracious at times, especially these days. i'm in that mode, right now, where i want to swallow everything i see, the mountains, the people, the plane. there is not enough food, drink, drug or other sustenance sometimes. right now, particularly, there's something very sexual about it as well, carnal; like this hunger must include flesh, torn and rent, mine as well as others'. blood, bruises, wrestling, pressure. i remember a quote by bjork once, something about being so wound up and feral that she was afraid to have sex for fear that she'd head-butt her lovers, knocking them out cold. man, i fell in love with her at that moment.
i also thought blood as a function of consumption, flying in a state of exhaustion and utter confidence that comes from extended high times. i feel unquenchably voracious at times, especially these days. i'm in that mode, right now, where i want to swallow everything i see, the mountains, the people, the plane. there is not enough food, drink, drug or other sustenance sometimes. right now, particularly, there's something very sexual about it as well, carnal; like this hunger must include flesh, torn and rent, mine as well as others'. blood, bruises, wrestling, pressure. i remember a quote by bjork once, something about being so wound up and feral that she was afraid to have sex for fear that she'd head-butt her lovers, knocking them out cold. man, i fell in love with her at that moment.