Nov 27, 2007 21:45
i feel like a life-sucker: one who sucks life. vicariously creative, an imitator. meticulously lazy.
on a different note, i've narrowed down my idols:
Ani Difranco
Tori Amos
The Dalai Lama
Eileen Myles
Bill Clinton
The world is turning upside down. Apocalypse style. Of course. I have much shits to do. This week and next week are hell and then, hopefully, salvation. I guess I'd like to hand a large turd to one of my teachers, and a big thumbs up to the others (who happen to all be female).
Haaah, the other day "someone" said something to me about being "the future of the company," and i replied "...please be kidding." #1! I refuse to wake up at the ass-crack of dawn for the rest of my life to trudge off to dimly-lit, toxic-air, shit-pay Blah blah blah to wipe people's asses for them. #2!!! It's almost the perfect little example of a perfectly evil corporation. YOU SHOULD SEE SOME OF THE VIDEOS THEY TRY TO MAKE US WATCH. *brainwashing brainwashing brainwashing*
Hmmm. I just got back from a radical feminist lesbian poetry reading, by radical feminist lesbian Eileen Myles. absolutely INCREDIBLE. awesome brialliant all things holy. She's a New Yorker but she lives here now. She ran for president in 1992. I even bought her book, and she signed it! And I shook her hand! And she held my pen! Exciting!
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THAT COUNTRY, by Eileen Myles
I've just
never known
what
to call
that country.
If I say
England
I don't think
I sound so
smart. I keep
tripping up
on their language which is English
so shouldn't their
country be the
same. Britain seems wrong,
does anyone
go to Britain?
People go to London
that's where they go.
There's really no country at all
just a city
huge, old
haven't been there for a while.
& UK is just a concept
a fashion statement
an economy
it seems you could have
a relationship
with that
but you wouldn't GO there
you would allude.
Though, it includes everything,
doesn't it: the UK.
Ireland, Scotland,
England, all of it.
England is right
in there, but no place
else, which is why
I never say it.
But what about the
language they speak.
English. My penmanship
sharpens up. I go to
school.
Slowly the words appear
on a line. Could I
write in that language
Think in it
Do I
am I missing something.
I really think a lot:
The second l in really
staggered into a y
the letters got
drunk. I wanted
to fuck up this
language & blame
its nameless
homeland:
the victors got drunk
they came & came
the words were never
the same again
in the last century
it came to us
to speak American
which means
to speak
where you land
which means
nothing now.
Not proud
but invasive.
Not the language
not the place
not them
not us
neither an island
nor a continent
nor a world
a spin without
a home.
An edgy
feeling. A coin
on its
side
speaking up
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*swoons*
Peace out. Time to work.
And then, time to sleep like the dead and then some.
p.s.!- I found out that with my Anthro class next semester, I can pay $20.00 for a pass to the zoo that lasts THE ENTIRE SEMESTER. *esploooodesss* I basically get to live with the monkeys. I am so excited.