I have had a Harriet the Spy affair.

Through the dilly-dally of the park's open fields, and games to be played, she had no idea what she had lost. She had no idea of the enormity enfolded in her 100 sheet spiral. Her classmates sitting, finding any and everything they can to bask themselves in her own critiques.  "If I were the boy in the purple ( Read more... )

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I'm hoping to make some really great films in cinema this year. I figure it's my turn to be one of those cocky advanced-majors, only with good movies, minus the cockiness. And I was very excited at this semester's projects: anything within the perimeters of black and white, and a silent film. I had a period of enlightenment when I came to the ( Read more... )

"Enola Gay" is the perfect new wave song.
As "Very Funny" is the perfect song, in general.

Will's house for Hannah's going-away-extravagance.
Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Again, so great.
There was a pool involved too, with wet jeans, and sperm-acide, apparently.
Did Georgia take any pictures? Shame.

My schedule is poo.

And you say, I love you, honey.
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For one of my first poems:

Guitars be beaten and gypsies dancing
All in a mid-nights masquerade.
In with his slap, her body snaps
And incense, smoking, rises.

Multi-glow neon and checkered stars lay
About a half-gloomed promenade.
Yet when at meet, neon cease beat
And eyes illuminate.

Blue beggars and hospiced hopefuls sleep
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Glorious summer assignments. A shame to declare that not a single assignment is fully complete.
How goes yours?

A Tale of Two Cities (1935)
Pride and Prejudice (1940)
The Rise of Catherine the Great (1934)
All the Ziegfeld movies.

'Said, heyayay. Oh, heyayay.

"Head On" The Jesus & Mary Chain.
"Lose Me On the Way" Hope Sandoval.

Love thy neighborhood.


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Hunting for beginnings to an amateur laser-disc collection, I went to Goodwill, summoned with the lie of wanting clothes. (Although, that's entirely not a lie, I do, indeed, want clothes.) As an elderly man was searching through older, 1940s, records, I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a large, shiny, silver disc. "Ah, Excuse me, can I see that?"

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