Fill yourself up with the forsythias

Thursday, already. This has been a zipping week, as I hear myself preceding each day of this week with the phrase, "Wow, it's already_____!" Anyone who was awake last night will know our local weather was also rushing through it's set list of possibilities. Sunshine (or clear skies after sunset), wind, rain, hail, lashing storm, you name it, it was all part of the show.

Rushed this week may feel, but it is also early spring in the Pacific Northwest, and Gottfried Benn's poem Last Spring feels particularly right for today:

Fill yourself up with the forsythias
and when the lilacs flower, stir them in too
with your blood and happiness and wretchedness,
the dark ground that seems to come with you.

Sluggish days. All obstacles overcome.
And if you say: ending or beginning, who knows,
then maybe—just maybe—the hours will carry you
into June, when the roses blow.

This is, here at least, the time of year to feast our eyes on early blooming beauty like the bright yellow forsythia and flowering cherry trees.

This morning's music was a short list of long tunes, kicking off with a rarity for me: Nine Inch Nails. Generally, I'm not a fan. While Trent Rezner is undisputedly a musical visionary and I do like some of his music, I find his lyrics too angrily self-absorbed to relate to. Angry lyrics are good when they are directed at social injustice, but less my cup of tea when it's "all about me."

The full playlist:
- Nine Inch Nails: Demon Seed
- Jonsi & Alex: Daníelle In the Sea
- Pat Metheny Trio: Son Of Thirteen


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