May 29, 2012
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May 25, 2012
“If we were to open to a random page in her journal-- which she must have kept and kept with her at all times, not fearing that it would be lost, or discovered and read, but that she would on day stumble upon that thing which was finally worth writing about and remembering, only to find that she had no place to write it-- we would find something rendering of the following sentiment: I am not in love.”
Jonathan Safran Foer.
May 21, 2012
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May 15, 2012
Atlanta is all slow movement, whirling fans, peaks of blue through skylights, cotton candy ice cream in overcooked waffle cones, and tall glasses of hot coffee and cream. There is a lonely loveliness to it all, but the old discontent never leaves my parent's house or the streets of suburbia. (Maybe it just never leaves me).
I don't know what to do with myself here. Pushing for a second job to make ends meet in the fall, but I don't know where to apply. I don't know where I can root and burrow down for the next three and half months. Because of that, I'm delaying the decisions and spending most days curled up in whicker in the porch's shade reading The Dream Songs.
What's funny is that I'm not restless. Its disconcerting to lose that familiar feeling. I'm not restless, but I am eager. The South's slowness has been comforting, but I feel stagnant. I don't know where to invest myself this summer. More than anything, I want to see new places. Kiss new people. Draw with chalk on cleaner sidewalks. I want to learn new things.
Atlanta is comforting because it is an old city, filled with old friends, and old memories. But I want challenging! And I don't know where to look for it, especially confined within the summer's shade and the Georgia landscape.
May 13, 2012
14
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) 'Ever to confess you're bored
means you have no
Inner Resources.' I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as achilles,
who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
John Berryman
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) 'Ever to confess you're bored
means you have no
Inner Resources.' I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as achilles,
who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
John Berryman
May 11, 2012
May 9, 2012
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