On Ignorance, the Weather Station Finds the Music to Match Her Expansive Poetry
Ignorance, Tamara Lindeman finds herself outside a club and looking to the blue: I watched some bird fly up and land on the rooftop / Then up again into the sky / In and out of sight / Flying down again to land on the pavement. There s beauty and possibility in that nervous zig-zag, so cellular and plain and awake. There s an ache, too, in seeing it lift just out of reach: You know it just kills me when I see some bird fly / It just kills me / And I don t know why.