"Ooh, go on and do it, do it, do it 'til you're satisfied (whatever it is)..."
Thought I was going to put up a few things I've been working on, but just as I was writing them out, the Editor came in and told me to Rewrite That Shit, so, I guess that's what I'm gonna do, and now I'm miserable, edgy, and tired, and if I don't work on something new, I'm going to explode, so, I guess I'll write a short, four-part improvised piece, for your consideration.
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Seasonal Affective Disorders
Summer
Fuck the heat sensitive
roommate who
headaches her way
through the summer
Fuck my sound sensitive
ears that buzz all day with
rumbling truck laugh sneeze
bumblefuckilng bees, and
fuck the air
conditioningFuck
the Air
Conditioning
FUCKtheair
CONDITION
ING.
Fall
Goddamn kids goddamn
cats goddamn
house my sweet and sour
mother trying to find an hour
or two to do
her own goddamn work
always when we had
to tuck in the summer
clothes and tables clean
the house to get ready for
the goddamn holidays
though because of my brother's
allergies,
we never had
any goddamn cats.
Winter
Hell is cold hell is frozen
in my hell it always snows
and I am always
being spun by every
inspiration all the time
and but am the only wo
man with a sno
shovel unlike here
where I am cold,
and have no shovel, no
constant flo
of inspirations and am
alone
and o --
Hell.
Spring
Love it is always love, April
in Paris, come what may
the love songs march
around my mouth love
pollen on my clothes
love pollen
up my nose
can't see my hand on the page
through the haze before
the allergies kick in
and by the end of spring
red watery
eyes the closed up
throat
around the only curse
word I can think
of.
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Unrelatedly, I came across this blog of comic artists designing comics to each of The Magnetic Fields' 69 Love Songs, and I wish I liked the executions more than the concept, but there are a couple cute ones up, and I am especially fond of this one.
Love,
a
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Seasonal Affective Disorders
Summer
Fuck the heat sensitive
roommate who
headaches her way
through the summer
Fuck my sound sensitive
ears that buzz all day with
rumbling truck laugh sneeze
bumblefuckilng bees, and
fuck the air
conditioningFuck
the Air
Conditioning
FUCKtheair
CONDITION
ING.
Fall
Goddamn kids goddamn
cats goddamn
house my sweet and sour
mother trying to find an hour
or two to do
her own goddamn work
always when we had
to tuck in the summer
clothes and tables clean
the house to get ready for
the goddamn holidays
though because of my brother's
allergies,
we never had
any goddamn cats.
Winter
Hell is cold hell is frozen
in my hell it always snows
and I am always
being spun by every
inspiration all the time
and but am the only wo
man with a sno
shovel unlike here
where I am cold,
and have no shovel, no
constant flo
of inspirations and am
alone
and o --
Hell.
Spring
Love it is always love, April
in Paris, come what may
the love songs march
around my mouth love
pollen on my clothes
love pollen
up my nose
can't see my hand on the page
through the haze before
the allergies kick in
and by the end of spring
red watery
eyes the closed up
throat
around the only curse
word I can think
of.
---
Unrelatedly, I came across this blog of comic artists designing comics to each of The Magnetic Fields' 69 Love Songs, and I wish I liked the executions more than the concept, but there are a couple cute ones up, and I am especially fond of this one.
Love,
a