Jordan Dotson

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Taking a dip on the Sunset Strip in the morning

January 13, 2011 By Jordan

This might be my favorite music video ever. Maybe my favorite opening song lyric ever.

…Track #5 from Disc 1 of Jamey Johnson‘s latest album, The Guitar Song.

Filed Under: Hip tunage Tagged With: Country Music, Jamey Johnson, Playing The Part

Life seems to go on without effort

January 10, 2011 By Jordan

“I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs, and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music.”

…from The Mill on the Floss, by George Eliot

Filed Under: Things I wish I'd written Tagged With: George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss

Every minute is a short story

January 5, 2011 By Jordan

“When you’re a hunted man, every minute is a short story with a happy ending.”

…from Shantaram, by Gregory David Roberts

Filed Under: Things I wish I'd written Tagged With: hippie authors, novel, Shantaram

My hope for a new year

January 1, 2011 By Jordan

“There was a time when reading wasn’t just for fags. And neither was writing. People wrote books and movies. Movies with stories, that made you care about whose ass it was and why it was farting. And I believe that time can come again!”

…Private Joe Bauers, Idiocracy

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Idiocracy, New Years

Tuning fork struck on a star

December 30, 2010 By Jordan

“So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her.”

…Scotty Fitzgerald, from The Great Gatsby, Chapter Six

Alright, alright…so I already stole that one…

Filed Under: Things I wish I'd written Tagged With: F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

So I left you to find my very own hat full of rain

December 29, 2010 By Jordan

“And now my lights, they never go down,
They waltz the moon and stars for me now
So you can find some local libertine
To take your daughters out on the town
And I can feel it in my aging bones
How the sound of the rain mixes up
Into the fountains where I drank my hero’s blood
So I left you to find my very own hat full of rain”

…from Orphans, Track #6 off of The Gaslight Anthem‘s American Slang

Filed Under: Things I wish I'd written Tagged With: The Gaslight Anthem

A self, like a needle, pushing in a vein

December 27, 2010 By Jordan

“and it was as if that was all God wanted:
not a wife, a house or a position,
but a self, like a needle, pushing in a vein.”

…from Olympia, by Henri Cole

Filed Under: Things I wish I'd written Tagged With: Henri Cole, poems

Bamboo Mat

December 19, 2010 By Jordan

竹簟
元稹

竹簟衬重茵,
未忍都令卷.
忆昨初来日,
看君自施展.

Bamboo Mat
by Yuan Zhen

I cannot bear to put away,
the bamboo sleeping mat:

that night I brought you home,
I watched you roll it out.

…translated by Sam Hamill, from The Erotic Spirit

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Sam Hamill, Yuan Zhen

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