sometimes you've got to kill 4 or 5
thousand men before you somehow
get to believe that the sparrow
is immortal, money is piss and
that you have been wasting
- Bukowski, Man in the sun
Somedays, half-remembered lines from songs or poems or books clatter around in my head non-stop. I'm not sure if that gives them any significance, or if today is just the day my memory decides to fixate on a Bukowski poem I read when I was 19.
.... Although, now that I think about it, the most frequently played mental loop lately has been a Bachman Turner Overdrive song. And when I think about it that way, I hope there isn't too much significance to the things that run laps in our brains.