"Variation On The Word Sleep ( Read more... )

This is my favorite poem in the whole wide world ( Read more... )

So I haven't actually updated in ages.  And, uh, I don't think I am going to now, either.  But here are some things that have been amusing me lately:

The director of 30 Days of Night (hilariously awful) and Hard Candy (sadistic; also: unf Ellen Page) is directing Eclipse.  Oh my goodness, I am so excited.  Goriest Twilight film evar.  [source]

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There's only so much you can do.

( Cosmopolitan Greetings - Allen Ginsberg )

It's National Poetry Month again!

( Warming Her Pearls - Carol Ann Duffy )

The past two weeks have been a fail of epic proportions.  Murphy's Law in action: anything that could go wrong, it seems, did.  And now I am sick.  Here's to an end to this monumental streak of bad luck for everyone involved.  Let's turn this around.

I should start that by working on my research paper.  But after two books of criticism, I took a nap ( Read more... )

The Continuous Life

By Mark Strand

What of the neighborhood homes awash

In a silver light, of children hunched in the bushes,

Watching the grown-ups for signs of surrender,

Signs that the irregular pleasures of moving

From day to day, of being adrift on the swell of duty,

Have run their course? O parents, confess

To your little ones the night is a long ( Read more... )

 
Everything
By Srikanth Reddy

She was watching the solar eclipse
through a piece of broken bottle

when he left home.
He found a blue kite in the forest

on the day she lay down
with a sailor.  When his name changed,

she stitched a cloud to a quilt
made of rags.  They did not meet,

so they could never be parted.
So she finished her prayer,

& he folded his map ( Read more... )

All Girls Should Have a Poem
By Richard Brautigan
For Valerie

All girls should have a poem
written for them even if
we have to turn this God-damn world
upside down to do it.

New Mexico
     March 16, 1969

Vaguely dissatisfied with, mmm, pretty much everything lately.  I don't like it.

I just need it to be May 7th.  Although the internship is still up ( Read more... )

Kind Sir: These Woods
By Anne Sexton

For a man needs only to be turned around once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost...Not til we are lost...do we begin to find ourselves.-Thoreau, Walden

Kind Sir: This is an old game
that we played when we were eight and ten.
Sometimes on The Island, in down Maine,
in late August, when the cold fog blew in
off ( Read more... )