Yes Is the Only Island
A postcard from the ocean at night
I know its late but I am on the island tonight. The frogs in the coffee trees are calling and responding. I ate a slice Tahitian Lime pie as slowly as I possibly could. The moon rose out of the hills behind us round and silver. I am lying in bed writing you thinking about tomorrow in the Sandalwood forest. I was going to write you about glass, about clear colours if clearness could be considered a kind of colour I wonder and my interview with Doctor Bulb but now all I can think of to send you is this place. This soft ocean night air. This falling into the dark. The almost electrical orange taste of the fresh tangerine juice when I got off the plane and I thought I would send you this postcard in hopes that you are dreaming too or on some night flight of your own.
—Jason
This Flight Tonight
Joni Michel
Look out the left the captain said
The lights down there, that's where we'll land
I saw a falling star burn up
Above the Las Vegas sands
It wasn't the one that you gave to me
That night down south between the trailers
Not the early one
That you can wish upon,
Not the northern one
That guides in the sailors
Oh star bright, star bright
You've got the lovin' that I like, all right
Turn this crazy bird around
I shouldn't have got on this flight tonight
You got the touch so gentle and sweet
But you've got that look so critical
Now I can't talk to you baby
I get so weak
Sometimes I think love is just mythical
Up there's a heaven
Down there's a town
Blackness everywhere and little lights shine
Oh, blackness, blackness dragging me down
Come on light the candle in this poor heart of mine
Oh star bright, star bright
You've got the lovin' that I like, all right
Turn this crazy bird around
I shouldn't hove got on this flight tonight
I'm drinking sweet champagne
Got the headphones up high
Can't numb you out
Can't drum you out of my mind
They're playing, Goodbye baby, Baby Goodbye,
Ooh, ooh, love is blind
Up go the flaps, down go the wheels
I hope you got your heat turned on baby
I hope they finally fixed your automobile
I hope it's better when we meet again baby
Star bright, star bright
You got the lovin' that I like, all right
Turn this crazy bird around
I shouldn't have got on this flight tonight
From one island to another - received this in my inbox as I’m sitting at my gate in the Kahului airport, waiting to leave the Hawaiian islands on the night flight.
I love discovering new ancient Greek words. I am tempted to start a collection! I wrote in my recent post about one: Dendrolatry - Worship of Trees.
From dendro + latry from Ancient Greek
δένδρον (déndron, “tree”) + λατρεία (latreía, “worship”)
Referring to the tendency of societies throughout history to worship and mythologise trees.