Been mired down in a funk all day, not sure what it is. Spent hours doing nothing in particular (everything except anything productive) and came across this quote:

The urge to “tie a poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it” lessens when poetry arises freshly each day.
– from Poetry Daily and Billy Collins’ Introduction to Poetry

I like it.

What's spinning: Erykah Badu/S.Marley "In love with you" and Sister Hazel's "Champagne High"