--sorry, can't help but quote Edna St. Vincent Millay lately, she inspires me so; have also been reading tons of Jane Kenyon and Elizabeth Bishop. Joy ( Read more... )

Crazy. Things have been...

( I'm random... )

I got back alright. Finally finished all my papers at 5 on Friday and Laura rode me downtown at 8. Bus was late and lay down by my luggage and fell asleep at one point and spent the majority of the bus ride sleeping--not helping the fact that none of this had been sinking in. It really came home to me, though, when I got home and saw the leaves on ( Read more... )

Background: I originally took notes for this poem one rainy morning waiting for a ride from Jarod and Emily (the dedicees of "Summer Magnolias"), not realizing they had come earlier, but I had failed to awaken. Of course, I lost the notebook, so this is from memory, and it is a different poem, unfortunately or not. Originally, I envisioned it being ( Read more... )

So, it's a bit frustrating, but the rest of the files refuse to come off that floppy disk--that is, apparently the disk is "not formatted--would you like to format it?" And lose all the files? Apparently this is the only option.

Well, there goes instant satisfaction. As I've said before, I appear to be quite unlucky in this arena for some reason. ( Read more... )

It's been so long and yet... I'm amazed at how good this actually is; nothing's better than distance to give you perspective, and if nothing else, at least I'm pleasing meself...

Here's a poem I wrote last semester (part of the "Animal Studies" section of the book) that I never posted:

( Get Away... )

After all the frustrations, dreamings, revisions, imploded computers, disappearing files, a Newsom and ultimately a giving-up on the whole damn lot--Images Seen From a Passing Car Window has risen from the ether and revealed itself to be more fully-formed than I ever gave it credit for.

( suddenly... )

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Images Seen From a Passing Car Window

I.

This is an image so brief it appears still:

a crow, its small its small black body
distinct against the overcast sky--
the same gray as the cinder-block wall
on which it perches, its feathers made
bright by the cacophony of colors-
the neon blue of the Arco behind it and
the lampish red of the Chinese ( Read more... )

I've been feeling kinda bummed, and not just 'cause of the sickness. Yeah, this is your cue to stop reading as I commence to ramble about... WRITING! (Oh, Lord. You've all heard something of this tune from me before, but anyway ( Read more... )

This is what got me excited. This is the first section of the eponymous pome for

"Images Seen From a Passing Car Window"

I

This is an image so brief it appears still:

a crow, its small black body distinct
against the overcast sky-the same gray
as the cinder-block wall on which it perches,

its feathers made bright by the cacophony
of colors-the neon blue ( Read more... )