men are men and women are women
yesterday was my mom's birthday. everyone say happy birthday, mom. :D yesterday was also desertport's birthday. everyone wish her a happy, too. cake for all!
dancing boys: *electric slide*
today i went to a housewarming/help-me-figure-out-where-to-hang-my-art party for lbmango, and i could not get over his kitchen. it's so new! and freshly-painted! and should have more counter space! but mostly everything looks so new and renovated and it's just really nice. the whole place is really nice. it's the second floor of a house and the top floor used to be part of the same apartment, which i figured because there's a stairway in the bedroom closet. (it's closed off after maybe seven steps.) and there's a sauna in the kitchen. O.O i think it used to be the pantry - it's about the size of a largeish closet - and i think it's just so cool that it exists. i got to meet some of his friends and offer opinions on where to hang art, and it was fun.
after that my sister and i saw marshall, with chadwick boseman and josh gad, and i enjoyed it a lot. chadwick boseman is a good-looking dude. that's not why i enjoyed it, but it always helps to have something nice to look at.
and in conclusion, have a poem.
There is the question
of bearing witness, of being yourself seen
by yourself, & seen clearly, cleanly,
without weapon or bible in hand;
as this was the wish,
the sturdy & not-so-secret wish
of those who named us-
our parents wanted us to be
known to ourselves without confusion:
without judgment,
sans suffering. Never force it,
they said, always find it.
OK, strictly speaking, that’s not entirely true.
My particular, sole, insistent, moody mother & father
probably never thought much about it at all.
Those two anxious citizens,
they were never exemplars of patience.
The weightlessness of detachment & acceptance
as I think of it now
would have frightened them-
for good reason.
If you could see these words
I’m speaking to you tonight printed on a page
as typeface & magnified x 500
you would feel just how ragged & coarse
they really are, heavy.
Well, playing the part of a butterfly
must be tiring, right?
I’m happier being the old ox, right?
On some plane of existence
these two scraps are all my news:
where the mess is
that’s where my heart is.
--"Strictly Speaking", David Rivard
dancing boys: *electric slide*
today i went to a housewarming/help-me-figure-out-where-to-hang-my-art party for lbmango, and i could not get over his kitchen. it's so new! and freshly-painted! and should have more counter space! but mostly everything looks so new and renovated and it's just really nice. the whole place is really nice. it's the second floor of a house and the top floor used to be part of the same apartment, which i figured because there's a stairway in the bedroom closet. (it's closed off after maybe seven steps.) and there's a sauna in the kitchen. O.O i think it used to be the pantry - it's about the size of a largeish closet - and i think it's just so cool that it exists. i got to meet some of his friends and offer opinions on where to hang art, and it was fun.
after that my sister and i saw marshall, with chadwick boseman and josh gad, and i enjoyed it a lot. chadwick boseman is a good-looking dude. that's not why i enjoyed it, but it always helps to have something nice to look at.
and in conclusion, have a poem.
There is the question
of bearing witness, of being yourself seen
by yourself, & seen clearly, cleanly,
without weapon or bible in hand;
as this was the wish,
the sturdy & not-so-secret wish
of those who named us-
our parents wanted us to be
known to ourselves without confusion:
without judgment,
sans suffering. Never force it,
they said, always find it.
OK, strictly speaking, that’s not entirely true.
My particular, sole, insistent, moody mother & father
probably never thought much about it at all.
Those two anxious citizens,
they were never exemplars of patience.
The weightlessness of detachment & acceptance
as I think of it now
would have frightened them-
for good reason.
If you could see these words
I’m speaking to you tonight printed on a page
as typeface & magnified x 500
you would feel just how ragged & coarse
they really are, heavy.
Well, playing the part of a butterfly
must be tiring, right?
I’m happier being the old ox, right?
On some plane of existence
these two scraps are all my news:
where the mess is
that’s where my heart is.
--"Strictly Speaking", David Rivard