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Assortment of poetic wannabes from M to R. Sketches, many in the editing process. |
| [13+] Playing the guitar or my emotions? ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ Noodling ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ "I likes to noodle." His body moves to a guitar strum, the slide of fingers just begun. The pick depicted in the jump of knees; his gaze intense at strings-that-sing. I slowly fade into the night's embrace, too tired to follow the fingers' flit. "I likes to noodle," he says with joy. And I, in mind, imagine the boy who grew up to play the singing saw, to work with wires connecting us all to the modern convenience of light. But, tonight, this night, I watch his fingers weave among the guitar strings with the joy of a boy upon his face as he holds the guitar in a gentle embrace, I wish were mine. Kåre Enga © 2004 Catalogue number: [161.363] 22 juli 2004 |