Showing posts with label The Postal Service. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Postal Service. Show all posts

Friday, September 23, 2011

Poetic License Horoscopes for September 23-29


Libra (Sept. 24-Oct. 21):  If you can’t tell your support group that you’re sick of support groups, then who can you tell? Take some time away from bonding and delving and just paint, or dance, or run. This is always the way that things start to untangle.

Scorpio (Oct. 22-Nov. 22): Spend each morning writing to the divine whatever, to physics, to the clouds, to the river—whatever force might be able to propel you forward. Don’t be afraid to ask for everything.

Sagittarius (Nov. 23-Dec. 22): To the Sagittarius in Austin, soaking up sunbeams—are the pancakes warm? Are the readings full of humor and adorable accents? How is the book-writing going? The stars are always thinking of you and hoping it feels like home.

Capricorn (Dec. 23-Jan. 20): You’ve always known how to walk away at the right times and walk toward something wholly better—that’s why your life is so enchanted. Can you teach the stars this talent, Leaps of Faith for Beginners?

Aquarius (Jan. 21-Feb. 19): Aquarius is closed this week for renovations. The stars apologize for the inconvenience and welcome your requests.

Pisces (Feb. 20-March 20): The stars like to picture you on tour, typing witty observations into your telephone, reading at the front of churches and the back of bookstores, opening the window to let the highway air in, playing DJ for the travel songs. Have a safe trip and please send us a postcard.

Aries (March 21-April 18): This week, listen to Such Great Heights, both the Postal Service and Iron and Wine versions. That’s where we’re going, darling, and the stars songs are always with you.

Taurus (April 19-May 18): To the Taurus settling into a new job: may you always be needed. May the time flow by like magic. May you walk home feeling satisfyingly tired. May you decorate the new space with beautiful things.

Gemini (May 19-June 21): The stars see apple picking in your future, and mum-shopping, and the consuming of maple candy. Run with adorable children through aster-strewn vistas. Watch the leaves start to change. Enjoy the love and bright colors, it’s everything.

Cancer (June 22-July 23): To the Cancer who called about the sky in New Mexico, thanks. I was feeling claustrophobic and your travels set me free a little. Thank you for hinting at new possibilities.

Leo (July 24-Aug. 23): Dance at your friends’ wedding and think about connection—how much love the couple has, and how much each guest has, and so on, until it’s all a big squishy fractal of love. No, the stars are not high.

Virgo (Aug. 24-Sept. 23): “However confused the scene of our life appears, however torn we may be who now face that scene, it can be faced, and we can go on to be whole.”(Muriel Rukeyser)

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Song of the Week: Such Great Heights

Sometimes a song is really good and you listen to it a million times, until you almost can't even hear it anymore. I'm glad this one kind of shuffled back.

One of my favorite things in the world is driving in the early morning to The Postal Service. Last Sunday, driving away from one of my favorite friends, with more favorites in the car and others taking up a lot of space in my heart, Such Great Heights seemed like just the thing.

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
True, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home


They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...

I tried my best to leave this all on your
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
That frankly will not fly. you will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home