February 2012
24 posts
those brown bean things.
I just feel the need to tell the general public that I’ve had a lot of coffee today. Three cups to be precise. I think, maybe this is turning into a problem, because I mentally document my coffee consumption better than I do my Economics reading and this will probably result in me failing my test on Monday. At least I shall be heavily caffeinated.
1. Press pot style Major Dickason’s...
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“Before all of this, I wanted to live with my daughter in Fukushima. Twenty years ago, we made a promise that we would live together. It’s difficult to give up on everything.” - Tomoko Ujiie
redemption.
Remember you must love yourself before you can truly love someone else / now I’m the guy that knows strippers by their real names / you still think he’s SOFT / well he’s killing them softly / Kayla / some things need to be said / I’ll wait until tomorrow / maybe you’ll feel better, then maybe we’ll be better / I’m going to get so drunk that I pass out, forget your face / I’ve been making a list of...
the wedding dance.
take hold of these arms, craft the promises i make into solid gold after hours comfort. in the battle of head versus heart, well, Sweetheart, i do believe you have won me over. your mother will cry tears of joy as your temporary father, alive for the afternoon, will be unable to say what he truly needs to say. the father-daughter dance has been scrapped for the occasion - there’s no need...
an excerpt from a different time.
“And so there it is around me, a vivid rainbow tapestry of tears streaming out from the soon to be spent weary dried up tear ducts of some lost men women children hidden behind the indomitable brick curtain that keeps them in and us out. I want to tell them to stop, to take their sadness and stuff it back into their biological beings because it is fanning out like a horrific street map...
why i skip my high school reunions.
Because the geeks and jocks were set in stone, I, ground between. Because the girls I ate lunch with are married now, most out of spite —because the ones I spurned are still alone. Because I took up smoking at nineteen, late, and just now quit—because, since then, I’ve grown into and out of something they’ve never known. Because at the play, backstage, on opening night she conjured out of...
keeping things whole.
In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body’s been. We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole. - Mark Strand
writer to writer.
On Heaven: “To me a heaven would be a big bull ring with me holding two barrera seats and a trout stream outside that no one else was allowed to fish in and two lovely houses in the town; one where I would have my wife and children and be monogamous and love them truly and well and the other where I would have my nine beautiful mistresses on 9 different floors and one house would be fitted up...
“Love is by definition an unmerited gift; being loved without meriting it is the...”
– Milan Kundera
paris in black & white.
“All of the sadness of the city came suddenly with the first cold rains of winter, and there were no more tops to the high white houses as you walked but only the wet blackness of the street and the closed doors of the small shops, the herb sellers, the stationery and the newspaper shops, the midwife - second class - and the hotel where Verlaine and died where I had a room on the top floor...
four thirty.
The Kubler-Ross Model: Five stages of grief. Hot Pink Wanderlust Warrior. Bukowski flarf, pages on the floor, Google search a line. Edit Fever Dream, too monstrous too urgent. Flarf Anis Mojgani? Edit the existing. Feedback feedback feedback this world of words is endless, ripe rich ready for the taking.
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Edit: Amalgamation.
This also means that I have 35 babies to edit cut paste move...
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if...
“Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you...”
– Charles Bukowski
before the song ends.
I am writing this because today in poetry class we learnt about the construction of the identity of the poet vs. the identity of the speaker rhythm line breaks punctuation placement of ideas within the nooks and crannies of stanzas beat beats we listened to Drake Kanye Eminem and Sarah Jones who once stood in front of a microphone and spat our her heart your revolution will not happen between...
endangered species.
Very busy sensing there’s nothing down the train tracks except remembering there are only five remaining speakers of Mohave. There might be a loose and rusted spike, a smashed bottle of Bud is likely if I walk long enough into picturing a basketball team of old men and women in a gym in Oklahoma bouncing an orange ball against a team made up of how the rest of the world can’t...
what you get when you extricate a from b and skip...
The guise of happiness, of a quiet and calm sense of resolution, is not something that I can slip on with ease. Anger is easy, I have done anger for the past eleven years of my life and it is with this anger that I have carved out my identity in the word. I write because the words speak easy when there is too much pain for frangible body parts to take on, I dance because it is in moving that I...
notes from red & black.
From now on, Wednesday afternoons will be spent in this quiet corner of campus that’s as far away as you can get without actually leaving the Wesleyan bubble. My schedule’s worked out in a way that classes end around midday on Wednesdays and I have Thursdays completely free. Quite glorious if I do say so myself, and work’s always made easier with a ginormous plastic cup of iced...