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Burning the Old Year
Letters swallow themselves in seconds.
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.
So much of any year is flammable,
lists of vegetables, partial poems.
Orange swirling flame of days,
so little is a stone.
Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves ( Read more... ) -
turn, turn, turn
"i am safe; it's only change." -
Close Path
What have I trained for what
have the years of
whatever I did
during them
made me
ready to take on
if the tears are to
stream coldly
like long streaks
of rain down the light
brick of the storehouse
and I become
afraid to look
lest the pain
travel
with my breathing
its path
near enough
to disappear
down
[Mary Kinzie] -
(Untitled)
This is where the story starts, in this threadbare room. The walls are exploding. The windows have turned into telescopes. Moon and stars are magnified in this room. The sun hangs over the mantelpiece. I stretch out my hand and reach the corners of the world. The world is bundled up in this room. Beyond the door, where the river is, where the roads ( Read more... ) -
For The Year Of The Insane
(a prayer)
O Mary, fragile mother,
hear me, hear me now
although I do not know your words.
The black rosary with its silver Christ
lies unblessed in my hand
for I am the unbeliever.
Each bead is round and hard between my fingers,
a small black angel.
O Mary, permit me this grace,
this crossing over,
although I am ugly,
submerged in my own past
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Pain -- has an Element of Blank --
Pain -- has an Element of Blank --
It cannot recollect
When it begun -- or if there were
A time when it was not --
It has no Future -- but itself --
Its Infinite contain
Its Past -- enlightened to perceive
New Periods -- of Pain.
[Emily Dickinson]
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I put it all away
I began to live my life as if nothing I did would survive the day in which I did it. I used my grief and my hatred to wall off my childhood, my history, my sense of being part of anything greater than myself. I used women and liquor, constant righteous political work, and a series of grimly endured ordeals to convince myself that I had nothing to ( Read more... ) -
"am i freaking you out, man? is this a freaky dream?"
+ sweet potato gyoza at Peko Peko on Smith Street.
+ Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette.
+ Alberta Ferretti dresses
(www.style.com/fashionshows/designerdirectory/AFERRETT/seasons/).
+ banana, peanut butter and honey (or golden syrup) on toast.
+ coffee, mmm coffee...
+ Jemaine-as-Bowie.
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(Untitled)
no
no
NO -
aw hellz YEAH
so y'all may have seen those teasers channel 10's started showing about the new 'next generation' series of 90210... the ad starts off with that oh-so-familiar guitar riff of the theme song and then there's a montage of bland tanned skinny pretty young white things (and one token black character) being debauched and blah blah BLAH. channel 10 ( Read more... )