December 2009
31 posts
A PRISONER'S LOVE POEM WITH A DIFFERENCE (for many...
when next your breasts are kissed by the
early-morning breeze as it wafts in through
your open window and that velvet darkness
between your thighs is all lit up by those
glow worms of desire and you find with
sadness in your wide frightened eyes that
the crease in your topsheet has cunningly
formed itself into the well remembered
shape of my arm and then you will softly
cry recalling my...
Christmas
Grandpa Bob: Back when I was a meatcutter, we used to have a 7 Minute Club.
Mom: Is that like the Mile High Club?
Grandpa Bob: You had to bone a big Chuck in under 7 minutes.
[hysterical laughter from everyone under 60]
[one hour elapses]
Grandma Marilyn: Bob was telling them earlier about the 5 Minute Club.
Cousin Mike: Is that like the Mile High Club?
Grandpa Bob: It was the SEVEN minute...
“Nails, spear shall pierce him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you;...”
Watchi can’t hold a camera still
Got me some Yeats from Barnes and Noble
But O, sick children of the world,
Of all the many changing things
In dreary dancing past us whirled,
To the cracked tune that Chronos sings,
Words alone are certain good.
“what if i just said fuck trying to make money
and like fuck learning
and...”
– Charlene Wang
Traffic on Riverside Drive was thin, but by no...
It’s a little sad how much I love working at this Christmas tree lot. No, make that really sad.
“As you can see, I am no rock.
As you can see, in mountain wind
What I actually...”
“The world moves slower I find
no but I learned of time by your hands”
This is someone's review of the movie "84 Charing...
[1 star]
It was a wrong movie. I rent movies for my family: to sit down comfortably, to enjoy, to forget about the life around our house, to see something that would catch up our minds and pull thoughts back from endless work to the human dimension of the reality…. But it did not happen. We started watching the movie one evening, continued the next one; my wife still were thinking about her...
Just in case anybody is looking for gift ideas for... →
What I did at work today
Ring up trees, walk the dog, feed the dog, get the dog water, keep the dog from attacking other dogs, pet the dog, give the dog a biscuit, untangle the dog’s leash when she walks in circles around the trees, pick up things that the dog knocks over, sweep pine needles out of the trailer/office, try and fail to start a campfire, microwave some pizza for my boss. Good times.
TV
According to Dexter, we all have three lives: public, private, and secret; and our secret lives are what define us.
I think this is a flawed way of thinking about identity. I don’t actually believe there is any such thing as a private or even secret life that is distinct from, or uninformed by, one’s interactions with other people. I think Judith Butler has it right when she says that...
“I am, to put it first quite generally, afraid of the trip… But it is not...”
– Franz Kafka
“Looking back, I imagine I was always writing. Twaddle it was, too. But better...”
– Katherine Mansfield
“You will write many more failures than successes. Say to yourself, “I...”
– Richard Bausch, “Letter to a Young Writer”
“It’s not fair. She changed exactly the second I started to like her....”
– The Science of Sleep
Writing and writing; not finishing anything.
