lungs

well, rufus has got a pair. he was just plain tremendous last night when we saw him up in seattle, at the paramount. it was just he on stage there, on his own, singing, alternating between the piano and the guitar, accompaning himself. if you don't know from rufus, treat yourself here. just one song, as a wee taste: here's lyrics, here's a video. (alas, we did not shoot this video - our seats were not that good and he was not wearing that red shirt but rather a superb vintagey sweater.) he was astonishing up there. and throughout the concert (which lasted an hour and a half) i thought about poetry, writing it. i don't have the delivery system he has, that voice, the music, so he has an advantage there. but all the same, i was thinking about it. really doing it. and i still am. i was inspired.

still, it's frustrating if not infuriating to keep going around and around in my mind - long fiction, short fiction, poems - coming to no decisions, writing nothing - and i haven't really written a poem since, i don't know, 1991? but that's where i'm leaning right now anyway. (poetry - the least commercially viable form of writing out there! sounds like a fit for me. actually, kara thinks i have a knack for writing jingles and should go into advertising. hey?)

anyway. rufus wainwright was wonderful. i would definitely see him perform again. (he's playing in portland tonight, and part of me is tempted to shoot on down there.) (incidentally, he said that the night before he'd been hanging out with and singing for jake and reese [are they together or are they not?] in hollywood!)

okay then. let's calm. i'm something like 66.90% of the way through bleak house. i admit i'm getting a little twisted up in the myriad characters and situations, but it's still a heck of a ride. and now i'm going to exercise a bit, and then have a shower, and then prepare my 2007 taxes and get them over with for another year.