23 December 2008
home
2 1/2 feet & it's been snowing since 7, will continue until 5 a. another foot or two. watched a cooper's hawk eat a mourning dove in the yard.
21 December 2008
18 December 2008
who's that actress that passes out in that poem?
Steps
How funny you are today New York
like Ginger Rogers in Swingtime
and St. Bridget's steeple leaning a little to the left
here I have just jumped out of a bed full of V-days
(I got tired of D-days) and blue you there still
accepts me foolish and free
all I want is a room up there
and you in it
and even the traffic halt so thick is a way
for people to rub up against each other
and when their surgical appliances lock
they stay together
for the rest of the day (what a day)
I go by to check a slide and I say
that painting's not so blue
where's Lana Turner
she's out eating
and Garbo's backstage at the Met
everyone's taking their coat off
so they can show a rib-cage to the rib-watchers
and the park's full of dancers with their tights and shoes
in little bags
who are often mistaken for worker-outers at the West Side Y
why not
the Pittsburgh Pirates shout because they won
and in a sense we're all winning
we're alive
the apartment was vacated by a gay couple
who moved to the country for fun
they moved a day too soon
even the stabbings are helping the population explosion
though in the wrong country
and all those liars have left the UN
the Seagram Building's no longer rivalled in interest
not that we need liquor (we just like it)
and the little box is out on the sidewalk
next to the delicatessen
so the old man can sit on it and drink beer
and get knocked off it by his wife later in the day
while the sun is still shining
oh god it's wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much
-Frank O'Hara
How funny you are today New York
like Ginger Rogers in Swingtime
and St. Bridget's steeple leaning a little to the left
here I have just jumped out of a bed full of V-days
(I got tired of D-days) and blue you there still
accepts me foolish and free
all I want is a room up there
and you in it
and even the traffic halt so thick is a way
for people to rub up against each other
and when their surgical appliances lock
they stay together
for the rest of the day (what a day)
I go by to check a slide and I say
that painting's not so blue
where's Lana Turner
she's out eating
and Garbo's backstage at the Met
everyone's taking their coat off
so they can show a rib-cage to the rib-watchers
and the park's full of dancers with their tights and shoes
in little bags
who are often mistaken for worker-outers at the West Side Y
why not
the Pittsburgh Pirates shout because they won
and in a sense we're all winning
we're alive
the apartment was vacated by a gay couple
who moved to the country for fun
they moved a day too soon
even the stabbings are helping the population explosion
though in the wrong country
and all those liars have left the UN
the Seagram Building's no longer rivalled in interest
not that we need liquor (we just like it)
and the little box is out on the sidewalk
next to the delicatessen
so the old man can sit on it and drink beer
and get knocked off it by his wife later in the day
while the sun is still shining
oh god it's wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much
-Frank O'Hara
ellipses, self-sketch
that same self-search for a home
i can never live that way
or can't any longer.
a yearning for the negative
spaces. me, the same self-notion.
ambit of shuffle board table and cheap beer,
photobooth, dart board round and corky.
tower of salt, granite pillar
tap tap of the mourning keg
black walnuts flapjacked into the sidewalk
amniotic, abiotic influences
i would be happy with three things
shuck, husk,
lusty overdraw
green-yellow, a sulfuric
amour thirst deep
in my belly
i want to but
had we not kicked
away the dirt, sunk our fingernails deep
we would have never known
mourning sonata beginning
to give rise
to flocks of birds
gathering in the bare tree tops,
the telephone wires
the agonizing beauty
of a moment, how this
too will slip softly through
our fingers no
matter how tightly we grasp
for consequence, meaning,
some daily bread other
than the embedded self-knowledge,
somnambulant tendencies
to hurl oneself out a window
ankle-deep in kitchen liquor
bottles, residue of
evidence to and for love
sex eyes, apricot tea, we lost
two children, bifurcation, but
look how much we drank
what more could i ask for
heart-to-heart
paludification. hallowed
be thy
i can never live that way
or can't any longer.
a yearning for the negative
spaces. me, the same self-notion.
ambit of shuffle board table and cheap beer,
photobooth, dart board round and corky.
tower of salt, granite pillar
tap tap of the mourning keg
black walnuts flapjacked into the sidewalk
amniotic, abiotic influences
i would be happy with three things
shuck, husk,
lusty overdraw
green-yellow, a sulfuric
amour thirst deep
in my belly
i want to but
had we not kicked
away the dirt, sunk our fingernails deep
we would have never known
mourning sonata beginning
to give rise
to flocks of birds
gathering in the bare tree tops,
the telephone wires
the agonizing beauty
of a moment, how this
too will slip softly through
our fingers no
matter how tightly we grasp
for consequence, meaning,
some daily bread other
than the embedded self-knowledge,
somnambulant tendencies
to hurl oneself out a window
ankle-deep in kitchen liquor
bottles, residue of
evidence to and for love
sex eyes, apricot tea, we lost
two children, bifurcation, but
look how much we drank
what more could i ask for
heart-to-heart
paludification. hallowed
be thy
i want to be like her
from beatrix potter's journals 1889:
packing list
march '89
haste 'haste' post haste
slippers
miniature, grandmother p.
2 pr. flannel drs. }
white petticoat } drs. to alter
cape to re-band, bag to mend
to alter brown jacket.
to look over papers of that g
new sponge bag (mend)
to see about old dresses
something for miss m.
scrap book to buy
to buy box
timothy box, mend
dentist
spirit bottles
virgil
2 bird's skeletons
paint stoat's eyes
dress scraps
knitting
matters erotic, critical, fluvial
i don't even know what love is
and i still haven't read mrs. dalloway.
what are you doing for new year's?
I'M SO CLOSE TO BEING DONE
but i lost all my words and i can't find where i put them or where they are hiding. i think they call that writer's block. VAPID, PAUCITY, INCONGRUENT, A TEDIOUS TIRED VACUUM WHAT WILL I DO WHEN ITS OVER BUT WHAT IF I CAN'T FINISH LEGS CROSSED AND FINGERS HOPING HERE'S TO THE FIRST DAY OF WINTER ITS ALMOST THE SHORTEST DAY OF THE YEAR DARK AS A MOTEL LOBBY WE DON'T HAVE ELECTRICITY BUT WE HAVE THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS OF CANDLES what a goddamn waste of time.
and i still haven't read mrs. dalloway.
what are you doing for new year's?
I'M SO CLOSE TO BEING DONE
but i lost all my words and i can't find where i put them or where they are hiding. i think they call that writer's block. VAPID, PAUCITY, INCONGRUENT, A TEDIOUS TIRED VACUUM WHAT WILL I DO WHEN ITS OVER BUT WHAT IF I CAN'T FINISH LEGS CROSSED AND FINGERS HOPING HERE'S TO THE FIRST DAY OF WINTER ITS ALMOST THE SHORTEST DAY OF THE YEAR DARK AS A MOTEL LOBBY WE DON'T HAVE ELECTRICITY BUT WE HAVE THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS OF CANDLES what a goddamn waste of time.
16 December 2008
oh look, iambic pentameter
i wrote some sonnets.
GOING OUT FREQUENTLY TO SEE IF FRIENDS HAVE ARRIVED
1. the nuclear
small hands gathering the overripe fruit,
it liquors itself up in the cellar,
amorous provisions. new dicot shoot
from the pome. an unintentional blur,
maybe hemlock for the tannins, maybe
we divided the heart in threes, the map
thrice overwrought, red as grosbeak baby
dunno if we owe this to fate or hap.
the less swollen demarcations of love
we will drink the red-elderberry wine
an unripe drunk, spoken too soon, shove
this all back down to the cellar, the line
getting a bit too hard to swallow now
or delineate for we are unsure how
2. three-part sink
the tenuous folds fold of the river--
repeating whorls, eddies i can not shirk.
i am peeling potatoes, i shiver
the eye skin off. father is out of work,
we are all growing. knick-knack-paddy-whack,
sleep pasteurized by repetition. ask
for a glass of water. a nostos crack
i never appropriated, a flask
of propolis, what if i never feel
like life amounts to anything profound.
lest i be held responsible, the keel
of the matter: the knife making dull sound
like how i might have to go this alone
the honeybug babe, give a dog a bone.
3. vacant
when the children were swans, everyone found
jesus. like she's a ripe lollipop, like
she's not full grown, soft hair silk, venus mound.
like she still believes in a spring god breeze,
somehow more comforting than anything
we'd ever admit to, not maternal
but we were fathered into this: bless bring
undergirding the kings, plains, paternal.
briefly, the inhuman effort to make
the world a home. pines and pinks, blush toxic
for the step-dad, the wan width, this mandrake
womb-world. her belly bare more anoxic
slowly filled her pockets with stones. sea god,
too young to be fertile, a cygnet nod.
4. papa dear
memory: map of a childhood home.
tiptoeing down the hallway little pit-
pit-pitter patter, arc aspen grove loam.
your symbiosis with your hard sun grit
environment. girdled birch, gestalt trout:
more than a sum of their scales, more than a
sum of rooms, roofs, leaves, knives. they still passed out
mouth-to-mouth. barking up day after day
after seventeen minutes neither had
any air left. of stalling senses, mess
made your sense of space for we writ we had
the anthology of our lives: chirpless
childless, browned triptych of the heart for
day dinner. we will not dishonor or.
5. shotgun wedding
[process rendered unusable]
6. pleasure/not pleasure
[process rendered unavoidable]
7. begotten
dogged ice solstice, harvest orange sapling
moon blindness, recurrent myopia
like a quarry of hunters dappling
the starred sky, swollen cornucopia
waxing pregnant on the horizon. hiss
and spit. how we only see what we want
to see. the one who really lost sight. miss,
memory takes some form other than quant
constellation sound, pray she just born in
sepia-tone roots to inner wood veins
no one would know had we not dug our fin-
gernails in the corky bark. this remains:
birds in the street like fallen crescent moons
i recall blue evenings in thrums, lilts, croons
8. little sister
we owning the land begot to us, oh
daddy dear, we come three-fold and wounded
from the forest of your kingdom, three doe
deer, from your the furled place within your bed-
chamber, your loins, three deer fawns tender and
spectacular bone structured white-
spots we love live you all and full our hand
but the foil distance too weighing, the height
our delicate bones can not bore rich. we
may not be honest but true we spake of
striae, dominions, pencil-marked maps, plea
for sweetbreads, honor. little sister dove
shivers, out of discomfort, she quits us--
a shame, stigmata at once come to suss.
9. unpredictable
[process rendered shameful]
GOING OUT FREQUENTLY TO SEE IF FRIENDS HAVE ARRIVED
1. the nuclear
small hands gathering the overripe fruit,
it liquors itself up in the cellar,
amorous provisions. new dicot shoot
from the pome. an unintentional blur,
maybe hemlock for the tannins, maybe
we divided the heart in threes, the map
thrice overwrought, red as grosbeak baby
dunno if we owe this to fate or hap.
the less swollen demarcations of love
we will drink the red-elderberry wine
an unripe drunk, spoken too soon, shove
this all back down to the cellar, the line
getting a bit too hard to swallow now
or delineate for we are unsure how
2. three-part sink
the tenuous folds fold of the river--
repeating whorls, eddies i can not shirk.
i am peeling potatoes, i shiver
the eye skin off. father is out of work,
we are all growing. knick-knack-paddy-whack,
sleep pasteurized by repetition. ask
for a glass of water. a nostos crack
i never appropriated, a flask
of propolis, what if i never feel
like life amounts to anything profound.
lest i be held responsible, the keel
of the matter: the knife making dull sound
like how i might have to go this alone
the honeybug babe, give a dog a bone.
3. vacant
when the children were swans, everyone found
jesus. like she's a ripe lollipop, like
she's not full grown, soft hair silk, venus mound.
like she still believes in a spring god breeze,
somehow more comforting than anything
we'd ever admit to, not maternal
but we were fathered into this: bless bring
undergirding the kings, plains, paternal.
briefly, the inhuman effort to make
the world a home. pines and pinks, blush toxic
for the step-dad, the wan width, this mandrake
womb-world. her belly bare more anoxic
slowly filled her pockets with stones. sea god,
too young to be fertile, a cygnet nod.
4. papa dear
memory: map of a childhood home.
tiptoeing down the hallway little pit-
pit-pitter patter, arc aspen grove loam.
your symbiosis with your hard sun grit
environment. girdled birch, gestalt trout:
more than a sum of their scales, more than a
sum of rooms, roofs, leaves, knives. they still passed out
mouth-to-mouth. barking up day after day
after seventeen minutes neither had
any air left. of stalling senses, mess
made your sense of space for we writ we had
the anthology of our lives: chirpless
childless, browned triptych of the heart for
day dinner. we will not dishonor or.
5. shotgun wedding
[process rendered unusable]
6. pleasure/not pleasure
[process rendered unavoidable]
7. begotten
dogged ice solstice, harvest orange sapling
moon blindness, recurrent myopia
like a quarry of hunters dappling
the starred sky, swollen cornucopia
waxing pregnant on the horizon. hiss
and spit. how we only see what we want
to see. the one who really lost sight. miss,
memory takes some form other than quant
constellation sound, pray she just born in
sepia-tone roots to inner wood veins
no one would know had we not dug our fin-
gernails in the corky bark. this remains:
birds in the street like fallen crescent moons
i recall blue evenings in thrums, lilts, croons
8. little sister
we owning the land begot to us, oh
daddy dear, we come three-fold and wounded
from the forest of your kingdom, three doe
deer, from your the furled place within your bed-
chamber, your loins, three deer fawns tender and
spectacular bone structured white-
spots we love live you all and full our hand
but the foil distance too weighing, the height
our delicate bones can not bore rich. we
may not be honest but true we spake of
striae, dominions, pencil-marked maps, plea
for sweetbreads, honor. little sister dove
shivers, out of discomfort, she quits us--
a shame, stigmata at once come to suss.
9. unpredictable
[process rendered shameful]
15 December 2008
defining
love |ləv|
noun
1 an intense feeling of deep affection : babies fill parents with intense feelings of love | their love for their country.
• a deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone : it was love at first sight | they were both in love with her | we were slowly falling in love.
• ( Love) a personified figure of love, often represented as Cupid.
• a great interest and pleasure in something : his love for football | we share a love of music.
• affectionate greetings conveyed to someone on one's behalf.
• a formula for ending an affectionate letter : take care, lots of love, Judy.
2 a person or thing that one loves : she was the love of his life | their two great loves are tobacco and whiskey.
• Brit., informal a friendly form of address : it's all right, love.
• ( a love) Brit., informal used to express affectionate approval for someone : don't fret, there's a love.
3 (in tennis, squash, and some other sports) a score of zero; nil : love fifteen | he was down two sets to love. [ORIGIN: apparently from the phrase play for love (i.e., the love of the game, not for money); folk etymology has connected the word with French l'oeuf ‘egg,’ from the resemblance in shape between an egg and a zero.]
verb [ trans. ]
feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone) : do you love me?
• like very much; find pleasure in : I'd love a cup of tea, thanks | I just love dancing | [as adj., in combination ] ( -loving) a fun-loving girl.
PHRASES
for love for pleasure not profit : he played for the love of the game.
for the love of God used to express annoyance, surprise, or urgent pleading : for the love of God, get me out of here!
for the love of Mike informal used to accompany an exasperated request or to express dismay.
love me, love my dog proverb if you love someone, you must accept everything about them, even their faults or weaknesses.
make love 1 have sexual intercourse. 2 ( make love to) dated pay amorous attention to (someone).
not for love or money informal not for any inducement or in any circumstances : they'll not return for love or money.
there's no (or little or not much) love lost between there is mutual dislike between (two or more people mentioned).
DERIVATIVES
loveless |ˈləvləs| adjective
lovelessly |ˈləvləsli| adverb
lovelessness |ˈləvləsnəs| noun
loveworthy |-ˌwərðē| |ˈləvˈwərði| adjective
ORIGIN Old English lufu, of Germanic origin; from an Indo-European root shared by Sanskrit lubhyati ‘desires,’ Latin libet ‘it is pleasing,’ libido ‘desire,’ also by leave 2 and lief .
noun
1 an intense feeling of deep affection : babies fill parents with intense feelings of love | their love for their country.
• a deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone : it was love at first sight | they were both in love with her | we were slowly falling in love.
• ( Love) a personified figure of love, often represented as Cupid.
• a great interest and pleasure in something : his love for football | we share a love of music.
• affectionate greetings conveyed to someone on one's behalf.
• a formula for ending an affectionate letter : take care, lots of love, Judy.
2 a person or thing that one loves : she was the love of his life | their two great loves are tobacco and whiskey.
• Brit., informal a friendly form of address : it's all right, love.
• ( a love) Brit., informal used to express affectionate approval for someone : don't fret, there's a love.
3 (in tennis, squash, and some other sports) a score of zero; nil : love fifteen | he was down two sets to love. [ORIGIN: apparently from the phrase play for love (i.e., the love of the game, not for money); folk etymology has connected the word with French l'oeuf ‘egg,’ from the resemblance in shape between an egg and a zero.]
verb [ trans. ]
feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone) : do you love me?
• like very much; find pleasure in : I'd love a cup of tea, thanks | I just love dancing | [as adj., in combination ] ( -loving) a fun-loving girl.
PHRASES
for love for pleasure not profit : he played for the love of the game.
for the love of God used to express annoyance, surprise, or urgent pleading : for the love of God, get me out of here!
for the love of Mike informal used to accompany an exasperated request or to express dismay.
love me, love my dog proverb if you love someone, you must accept everything about them, even their faults or weaknesses.
make love 1 have sexual intercourse. 2 ( make love to) dated pay amorous attention to (someone).
not for love or money informal not for any inducement or in any circumstances : they'll not return for love or money.
there's no (or little or not much) love lost between there is mutual dislike between (two or more people mentioned).
DERIVATIVES
loveless |ˈləvləs| adjective
lovelessly |ˈləvləsli| adverb
lovelessness |ˈləvləsnəs| noun
loveworthy |-ˌwərðē| |ˈləvˈwərði| adjective
ORIGIN Old English lufu, of Germanic origin; from an Indo-European root shared by Sanskrit lubhyati ‘desires,’ Latin libet ‘it is pleasing,’ libido ‘desire,’ also by leave 2 and lief .
assistance
a girl in the class i teach wrote a poem about public suicide, reality television, orange juice. it was "inspired" by an article she read about england. really interesting ideas: expansion, art house. watched a terry zwigoff documentary about r. crumb last night. his brother killed himself soon after the footage was taken. a lot of thoughts right now about death, life, work. what am i doing? i know: i'm gonna write a series of poems about 'king lear' because i have to. i don't know what will come out. "good job, everybody"--is the record 47 children in one lifetime? we probably all need help at some point; take things from other people. "the best fiction comes when you still all the way from the real world," i was once advised. sleeping at the wrong end of the bed / because it's safer in corners / because dreams come more quickly. i saw a dead northern flick / -er by the bell tower / undress, swallow, not like / the bird but / i think i was the only one who saw it.
more thoughts i can't delineate or push further. demarcation. binary, dyad.
"if that doesn't work, just kill yourself," someone said.
has anyone seen polanski's "the tenant" - i highly recommend it. i've been watching a lot of movies again and i always wonder if i'm trying to escape something. "i'm having a harry potter / movie marathon / and i wish you were here / too" more like d. lynch. polanski, taymor, etc.
i don't really know.
more thoughts i can't delineate or push further. demarcation. binary, dyad.
"if that doesn't work, just kill yourself," someone said.
has anyone seen polanski's "the tenant" - i highly recommend it. i've been watching a lot of movies again and i always wonder if i'm trying to escape something. "i'm having a harry potter / movie marathon / and i wish you were here / too" more like d. lynch. polanski, taymor, etc.
i don't really know.
12 December 2008
I STILL REALLY HATE WRITING PAPERS HUNGOVER
WHAT DO YOU PUT ON A RESUME FOR THIS JOB? "I BUY A LOT OF CHEESE; I BUY CHEESE EVERY DAY; I FUCKING LOVE BUYING CHEESE"
ann arbor craigslist > food/bev/hosp jobs
Cheese Buyer (Ann Arbor)
Reply to: job-952778933@craigslist.org [?]
Date: 2008-12-10, 2:32PM EST
Buy, Sell and Market cheese at our gourmet cheese store in Ann Arbor.
Submit resume and hourly wage requirement.
Location: Ann Arbor
Compensation: Depends on experience
Principals only. Recruiters, please don't contact this job poster.
Please, no phone calls about this job!
Please do not contact job poster about other services, products or commercial interests.
PostingID: 952778933
ann arbor craigslist > food/bev/hosp jobs
Cheese Buyer (Ann Arbor)
Reply to: job-952778933@craigslist.org [?]
Date: 2008-12-10, 2:32PM EST
Buy, Sell and Market cheese at our gourmet cheese store in Ann Arbor.
Submit resume and hourly wage requirement.
Location: Ann Arbor
Compensation: Depends on experience
Principals only. Recruiters, please don't contact this job poster.
Please, no phone calls about this job!
Please do not contact job poster about other services, products or commercial interests.
PostingID: 952778933
I STILL HATE WRITING PAPERS HUNGOVER
RE: Can Humans Catch Worms From Dogs?
Post By Megan (Guest Post) (06/26/2007)
It depends on the worm. Hookworms and Roundworms are the biggest risk, with roundworms being the scariest. If a roundworm egg is digested by a human (fecal to oral contact), it doesn't necessarily stay within the digestive tract like it would do in a dog. They can actually travel through the body and cause damage, most notably to an eye. Kids have been blinded due to roundworm ingestion.
It seems unlikely that fecal to oral contact will occur between kids and dogs, but does your dog lick his butt? Does he lick your kids faces? The good news is that roundworms are most common in puppies and less likely to occur in adults. Also, unlike some intestinal worms (whipworms and hookworms, for example), roundworms are clearly visible in your dogs poop. They look like spaghetti noodles. They are also very easy to treat.
Roundworms and hookworms are the reason why it is very important to have your pets checked for internal parasites every year. Just bring in a fresh poopy when you take your pet in for vaccines. Your vet will know what to do with it!
I HATE WRITING PAPERS HUNGOVER
(i'm still working on this)
THE METER MAN & THE MEALY WORMS
i dreamed i kissed a man
who wasn't you. he wasn't
you & you were not there
& i still felt guilty about it.
he was coming to rid
the kitchen of the mealy worms
living in the flour bags.
the meter man to destroy
the meter maid. he forgot
some things on the bed
(a brick, a bag, a board)
when he left, but i didn't chase
after him. he came back &
the dog was drooling on the floor
& i was waiting by the window
for something, for the meter
man to come & get rid
of all the mealy worms
from the flour bags.
i dreamed i kissed a man
who was
not you. he was not you & you were not
there.
creamy little lives like mud
puddles, like parentheticals
they've been breeding in the bread
flour for weeks
handshake birds
hiding in the leaves. when the snow
came it made the pine tree so heavy
it wept to the ground
something docile & nocturnal
i want to be a good listener
but people keep asking me questions.
$2.32 for a coffee & a crocus bulb &
you were not there.
one of those days i feign
recognition at each body i see.
he was not you &
i still feel guilty about it
(a brick, a board, a bulb)
the mealy worms crawling
over the linoleum
headed for the door, the dog
drool, the hallway
the meter man comes creeping
to the window every
night time, tap, tap, tap, tap
door jamb, the door jammed
and you still were not him, not there
creamy little life, extra
virgin, & i just keep
talking (barn, bulb, breast)
you were not there. & still
i can't not think that i was
or am responsible.
i don't even know what love is
& i still haven't read mrs. dalloway
THE METER MAN & THE MEALY WORMS
i dreamed i kissed a man
who wasn't you. he wasn't
you & you were not there
& i still felt guilty about it.
he was coming to rid
the kitchen of the mealy worms
living in the flour bags.
the meter man to destroy
the meter maid. he forgot
some things on the bed
(a brick, a bag, a board)
when he left, but i didn't chase
after him. he came back &
the dog was drooling on the floor
& i was waiting by the window
for something, for the meter
man to come & get rid
of all the mealy worms
from the flour bags.
i dreamed i kissed a man
who was
not you. he was not you & you were not
there.
creamy little lives like mud
puddles, like parentheticals
they've been breeding in the bread
flour for weeks
handshake birds
hiding in the leaves. when the snow
came it made the pine tree so heavy
it wept to the ground
something docile & nocturnal
i want to be a good listener
but people keep asking me questions.
$2.32 for a coffee & a crocus bulb &
you were not there.
one of those days i feign
recognition at each body i see.
he was not you &
i still feel guilty about it
(a brick, a board, a bulb)
the mealy worms crawling
over the linoleum
headed for the door, the dog
drool, the hallway
the meter man comes creeping
to the window every
night time, tap, tap, tap, tap
door jamb, the door jammed
and you still were not him, not there
creamy little life, extra
virgin, & i just keep
talking (barn, bulb, breast)
you were not there. & still
i can't not think that i was
or am responsible.
i don't even know what love is
& i still haven't read mrs. dalloway
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omg
i slept through the class i teach AGAIN, but at least i made it here (just a bit late, like 20 minutes). but i have a paper due i haven't started & an exam in a few hours..
maclura pomifera
taxodium distichum
cledrastis kentuckea
lindera benzoin
populus xrouleauiana
fraxinus quadranglata
thuja occidentalis
eleagnus umbellata
quercus ellipsoidalis
salix amygdaloides
kalmia latifolia
leucothoe editorium
sambucus canadensis
viburnum trilobum
castenea dentata
acer saccharum
ulmus rubra
catalpa speciosa
tilia americana
carpinus caroliniana
vaccinium corymbosum
fagus grandifolia
betula pumila
hamamelis virginiana
cornus foemina
liriodendron tulipifera
vitis riparia
corylus americana
cephalanthus occidentalis
prunus serotina
[ETC]
[ETC]
maclura pomifera
taxodium distichum
cledrastis kentuckea
lindera benzoin
populus xrouleauiana
fraxinus quadranglata
thuja occidentalis
eleagnus umbellata
quercus ellipsoidalis
salix amygdaloides
kalmia latifolia
leucothoe editorium
sambucus canadensis
viburnum trilobum
castenea dentata
acer saccharum
ulmus rubra
catalpa speciosa
tilia americana
carpinus caroliniana
vaccinium corymbosum
fagus grandifolia
betula pumila
hamamelis virginiana
cornus foemina
liriodendron tulipifera
vitis riparia
corylus americana
cephalanthus occidentalis
prunus serotina
[ETC]
[ETC]
so sexy
do you ever see someone so sexy you can't resist it? sex eyes & apricot tea, i'm sorry but i can't & i want & i usually am & i'm sorry & i want to but, & i won't &..
today..i'll probably have consistent blog posts titled this..
i made cookies with anne carson tonight--but i have to bitch about it because she called me narcissistic due to the fact that we were weaving a spoken emily dickinson poem and simultaneously weaving cookie words of "she wove" and i accidentally made "shae" instead of "she" but yes, it has been scored into me since birth, so of course i make my name instead of she, but like whatever..right? like she wouldn't have made 'anne' if we had perhaps been weaving the word 'aneurysm'..right??!
10 December 2008
firehouse
the dana building is on fire. the fire trucks went the wrong way and then turned around. does that happen often? i wanted to study plants, but they are probably smoldering under the table by now. i don't think i've seen a real fire on campus yet, until today.
for grace, after a party
You do not always know what I am feeling.
Last night in the warm spring air while I was
blazing my tirade against someone who doesn't
interest ///////////////////////////////////
///////me, it was love for you that set me
afire, //////////////////////////////////
////and isn't it odd? for in rooms full of
strangers my most tender feelings ///////
////////////////////////////////// writhe and
bear the fruit of screaming. Put out your hand,
isn't there ///////////////////////////////
//////////an ashtray, suddenly, there? beside
the bed? And someone you love enters the room
and says wouldn't////////////////////////
//////////////////you like the eggs a little
different today?/////////////////////////////
////////////////And when they arrive they are
just plain scrambled eggs and the warm weather
is holding./////////////////////////////
-frank o'hara
bourgeois planters
lavender, cardamom, star anise, black peppercorn, rosemary, lemon peel, nasturtium, american chestnut, rose petals, autumn olive, periwinkle, sweet basil, mimosa, tarragon, fennel, mountain laurel, myrtle, yarrow, catnip mint
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