(could Joseph be any more perfect)?
December 31, 2011
December 30, 2011
December 28, 2011
December 26, 2011
December 22, 2011
Fever.
the worst part of it all will
come fifteen minutes later
after the door has closed
and the nose has blown
and the cage has locked
and
it will find you
bleary and sober
pinching tears from the corner of
the right eye
where
it will quietly
moan like a scared kettle
right before it shrieks
and you will know that all
the collateral collapsing damaging
is you
and you will know
that the remaining weight
of all the words is the
velvet knowledge that you'll try to forget:
in every scenario
and here too,
it is your fault.
worse-
you'll never
take the blame.
come fifteen minutes later
after the door has closed
and the nose has blown
and the cage has locked
and
it will find you
bleary and sober
pinching tears from the corner of
the right eye
where
it will quietly
moan like a scared kettle
right before it shrieks
and you will know that all
the collateral collapsing damaging
is you
and you will know
that the remaining weight
of all the words is the
velvet knowledge that you'll try to forget:
in every scenario
and here too,
it is your fault.
worse-
you'll never
take the blame.
December 21, 2011
December 18, 2011
December 15, 2011
December 14, 2011
December 11, 2011
December 10, 2011
Thanks, Jewel of the South.
And everything, I mean every single thing, is going to go how it should.
I believe that with my whole heart.
Everything happens for a reason.
And it is going to be okay.
We will wake up tomorrow and we will start over.
And it may suck-that happens some days.
Maybe we don’t even start over, maybe we just keep going.
It’s supposed to though-it’s supposed to suck sometimes.
You’re supposed to hurt on certain days.
I am meant to feel on top on the world one week and then cry in my bed the next.
I am going to make a bad grade on that test because I deserved it.
We don’t feel like smiling tonight-we will later.
The weekend will come-your break will too.
I will look forward to coffee in the morning because I love to.
And you and I, and us, we all are going to be exactly as we should.
December 8, 2011
Previn.
they said of you, often
that you were a case of untapped potential
a one day smash
a soon enough success
and so, they
read you Machiavelli and built for you a glass
house with a wide gate and a middling view.
they said of me, often
that I was a case of unnoticed dreaming
a glad wanderer
a forever child
and so, they
read me E.B. White and built for me a canvas
house with a breezy arch and a crying door.
December 5, 2011
December 4, 2011
Symphony No. 10
I finger seeds and think only of your pores
and a blade of grass on the back seat of a cab
becomes the one whisker
that you've missed shaving at two p.m.
that you've missed shaving at two p.m.
this afternoon.
(I want to tell you that) you smell like my grandfather
and that, while swallowing smiles in the back row of Avery Fischer
I wondered if all these harmonics and all of you
was simply maya,
illusion.
Later
towards the apartment door
with key in lock and eye by tree
I bit my tongue for esprit de l'escalier,
things I've lost the chance to say.
I wondered if all these harmonics and all of you
was simply maya,
illusion.
Later
towards the apartment door
with key in lock and eye by tree
I bit my tongue for esprit de l'escalier,
things I've lost the chance to say.
December 2, 2011
November 30, 2011
November 29, 2011
Motion Sickness.
Archemedes and I (together),
in a revolving door.
Here's the lever and the fulcrum--
We'd turn the axis all around,
if there was just one place left (firm to stand).
in a revolving door.
Here's the lever and the fulcrum--
We'd turn the axis all around,
if there was just one place left (firm to stand).
November 27, 2011
November 26, 2011
November 25, 2011
Fiat.
to
the middling
the mindless
the let me justs
the don'ts the nevers
the worst case naysayers
the wait the come backs
the rip your blinders off
the twist the rearviews
the forget about its
the i told you so's and the
i won't say it buts
to the diagnostics
and the born agains
to the miracle makers
and
to the false
the free
the fair
the few
the forgotten
fractured
frozen
and
fucked up
I'll say
fiat.
let it be.
let it become.
the middling
the mindless
the let me justs
the don'ts the nevers
the worst case naysayers
the wait the come backs
the rip your blinders off
the twist the rearviews
the forget about its
the i told you so's and the
i won't say it buts
to the diagnostics
and the born agains
to the miracle makers
and
to the false
the free
the fair
the few
the forgotten
fractured
frozen
and
fucked up
I'll say
fiat.
let it be.
let it become.
November 24, 2011
November 23, 2011
Bondy.
10 pm
"My dad used to tell me:
'Whatever you just did, don't do it again.'
But you see, its in my personality.
11:15 pm
I'm so sad, I just might not make it through this song.
(ha).
My dad used to tell me that too.
'There's money in sadness, kid.'
Razor's edge."
Eavesdropping.
"Do you remember that time
we found a bag of amphetamines on the ground
in DC?"
"Yeah man, I took care of that."
"Our nation's capitol."
we found a bag of amphetamines on the ground
in DC?"
"Yeah man, I took care of that."
"Our nation's capitol."
November 21, 2011
November 19, 2011
November 18, 2011
Now That I'm Older.
Something deep and watchful in the child knows that this is bound to end, is already ending. In a moment someone will get up and turn on the light. Then the old folks will remember the children and they won't talk any more that day. And when light fills the room, the child is filled with darkness. He knows that every time this happens he's moved just a little closer to that darkness outside. The darkness outside is what the old folks have been talking about. It's what they've come from. It's what they endure. The child knows that they won't talk any more because if he knows too much about whats happened to them, he'll know too much too soon, about what's going to happen to him.
James Baldwin
James Baldwin
November 17, 2011
November 15, 2011
November 14, 2011
November 13, 2011
November 12, 2011
54
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
Cummings
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
Cummings
Weekend Funk.
Shyness is nice and shyness can stop you
from doing all the things in life that you'd like to.
from doing all the things in life that you'd like to.
November 11, 2011
November 10, 2011
November 9, 2011
November 8, 2011
Fellow.
(grow again) acquainted dear,
to patterns of persistence,
to habits of hopelessness
for
(we've known) black ash,
blistered bruises
the back seats of cars
and the gray, cold space beneath the bleachersand
(i fear) the shadow followed us here,
to lay its head on my shoulder
to clasp the palm of your hand.
November 6, 2011
November 5, 2011
November 3, 2011
Don't Call Again.
You'd later say
(months away)
I was the only
girl you'd ever loved
but I was not the only girl
that never loved you.
To All I Left Behind.
All that forced
wasn't better than nothing at all
and when the plane took off
I didn't think of you.
Any
or all or none or
no.
I don't owe you anything.
wasn't better than nothing at all
and when the plane took off
I didn't think of you.
Any
or all or none or
no.
I don't owe you anything.
October 31, 2011
October 30, 2011
October 29, 2011
October 26, 2011
Sorry That...
I've been turning this blog into… a tumblr.
I promise someday soon I'll actually write something worth releasing onto the internetzz.
until then!
bunnies!
October 25, 2011
October 24, 2011
October 23, 2011
79
let it go--the
smashed world broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise--let it go it
was sworn to
go
let them go--the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers-- you must let them go they
were born
to go
let all go--the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things--let all go
dear
so comes love
e.e. cummings
smashed world broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise--let it go it
was sworn to
go
let them go--the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers-- you must let them go they
were born
to go
let all go--the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things--let all go
dear
so comes love
e.e. cummings
October 22, 2011
Iris.
I longed for the smell of the purple Iris to be enough--
sickly sweet and
my favorite colour at seventeen
in the front yard by
the path where every Easter
I had worn
the path where every Easter
I had worn
a yellow hat
with a wide brim and a long bow.
with a wide brim and a long bow.
October 21, 2011
Train Reading.
The fog leans one last moment on the sill.
Under the mistletoe of dreams, a star--
As though to join us at some distant hill--
Turns in the waking west and goes to sleep.
Hart Crane
October 20, 2011
October 18, 2011
October 15, 2011
Imbue.
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| (by Cindy Sherman) |
October 13, 2011
Reminder.
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| (via Try) |
"All the people you fall for that you keep to yourself, whether they're in your life, or on a screen, or in a book, are pieces of a romantic part of yourself that continually builds, breaks, and builds up again until you find what it is you are looking for." -Pixie
October 12, 2011
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