Saturday, December 30, 2006
Hitting My Stride
Sonnet #50
I like to beat people up
absence of passion, principles, love. She murmurs
What just popped into my eye was a friend's umbrella
and if you come and pinch me now
as I go out for coffee
...as I was saying winter of 18 lumps
Days produce life locations to banish 7 up
Nomads, my babies, where are you? Life's
My dream which is gunfire in my poem
Orange cavities of dreams stir inside "The Poems"
Whatever is going to happen is already happening
Some people prefer "the interior monologue"
I like to beat people up
-Ted Berrigan
Thursday, December 28, 2006
poem #2, Super Free Shipping
The deal of a century was made
a half an hour ago.
The tables were turned in opposing
directions like a clockwork, a line dance?
I was there to see it all but
lost my lunch to the thief brigade.
How fast was that seagull? Rather, how fast
was the wind it coasted? She once told me
that intro to cell biology
drastically weakens your emotional
fortitude. In practice this, however,
is dramatically true.
Ending on a footnote he stepped
over the door sill into surprising
grass, the softness of which turned
his body into a blossoming ant hill.
a half an hour ago.
The tables were turned in opposing
directions like a clockwork, a line dance?
I was there to see it all but
lost my lunch to the thief brigade.
How fast was that seagull? Rather, how fast
was the wind it coasted? She once told me
that intro to cell biology
drastically weakens your emotional
fortitude. In practice this, however,
is dramatically true.
Ending on a footnote he stepped
over the door sill into surprising
grass, the softness of which turned
his body into a blossoming ant hill.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
This is a bug I just found haunting the surface of my desk. Curious to find out what type of bug it was, I looked online only to find out that two other people had the same question and asked the website whatsthatbug dot com. Its a Wester conifer seed bug. Very harmless. However I stilled showed it the front door.
Friday, December 15, 2006
the world is shrinking everyone is getting smaller
Is alone-ness a bad thing or has it only been portrayed so by popular culture? I know for myself being alone is a large part of my character. The more I'm around people the harder it becomes for me, so hard in fact that I tend to actively avoid it. And I have many friends who are exactly the opposite, who crave the social atmosphere to the point that this craving is a large part of their personality. Some days though I have visions, maybe more like fantasies, of myself surrounded by other people, and I'm confounded with conversation; everyone is talking very rapidly and I'm right in there with them, mixin it up.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Just saw The Inconvenient Truth, Al Gore's new documentary on his activism on global warming. The news is shocking and his presentation has really affected me. A quote from Winston Churchill:
"The era of procrastination, of half-measures, of soothing, and baffling expedience of delays is coming to a close. In its place, we are coming to a period of consequences." (italics inserted)
"The era of procrastination, of half-measures, of soothing, and baffling expedience of delays is coming to a close. In its place, we are coming to a period of consequences." (italics inserted)
Monday, December 11, 2006
Poem #1
Red is an obvious accessory to any worthwhile suburban scene. She said once that lawn ornaments are practically equal to works of art. I said my Civic is better than your Corolla, so there. One step down, into the lawn, looking back at bricks as if touching them, the damp of rain that had just fallen. Ideas are invisible like cars in blockbuster movies and fish below the water’s surface. I was invisible for a day in January; they all thought it was neat how I moved her hair back like a brush of wind.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
A moment yellow, just as four years later, when my father returned home from the war, the moment of greeting him, as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, younger, thinner than when he had left, was purple-though moments are no longer so colored. Somewhere, in the background, rooms share a pattern of small roses. Pretty is as pretty does.
-Lyn Hejinian (From My Life)
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Picked up a Bonnie 'Prince' Billy album today, called The Letting Go. Just begun to listen to the track and I like "love comes to me" and "cursed sleep". Been fascinated with this guy for a while. When I first hurd him it was through a friend Thom who threw me a mix tape. I then got his album Ease Down the Road nad fell in love with his lyrics instantly. "Rich Wife Full of Happiness" and the title track are some good tunes from the album. This new one so far seems promising. I was a little off-put by his Master and Everyone LP but i rolled with the punches. I suppose this is what every good artist must do, ie change and rearrange. It wasn't a while after I heard Will Oldham from Thom that I realized he was in one of my favorite movies when I was growing up, Matewon, a film directed by John Sayles, which among many things, tackled the ideas of community, family, and race, (all big things for sayles) in the context of labor riot in a West Virginian coal mining town. His role in the movie was that of a young, up-and-coming, preacher who happens to be I think the most radiant character of the movie, save Chris Cooper's union rabble-rouser(sic). Oldham had been in other movies as well, a cameo in Junebug, an endearing movie in itself, as well as his first starring feature, Old Joy, which I have yet to see. He is an intriguing person who is impossible to fully grasp in his lyrics. I keep coming back to his songs because they leave so much open and everything is honest.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Saturday, December 02, 2006
poem i like
Autobiographia Literaria
When I was child
I played by myself in a
corner of the schoolyard
all alone.
I hated dolls and I
hated games, animals were
not friendly and birds
flew away.
If anyone was looking
for me I hid behind a
tree and cried out "I am
an orphan."
And here I am, the
center of all beauty!
writing these poems!
Imagine!
-Frank O'Hara
When I was child
I played by myself in a
corner of the schoolyard
all alone.
I hated dolls and I
hated games, animals were
not friendly and birds
flew away.
If anyone was looking
for me I hid behind a
tree and cried out "I am
an orphan."
And here I am, the
center of all beauty!
writing these poems!
Imagine!
-Frank O'Hara
Friday, December 01, 2006
ONLY IN INDIA
this is watsup... the worst traffic you could say... but see how the traffic keeps moving without an accident. Santosh krishna Murthy |
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