Slaughter & skin for their nakedness,
gopher wood beneath the darkening sky.
Forgiveness for beauty & her lying husband
and new names for both of them.
Shorn hair but a brave finish - deliverance from oppression.
Thirsty camels and a strong-hearted kinswoman
just in the nick of time.
And what about lions and honey? Lions with closed mouths?
Lions in pits as snowflakes cover the sand?
He has always been faithful.
5/12/2008
5/11/2008
She DYES HER HAIR!!!
i can't wait on God
because
because i don't know if he was planning on picking up a package of Garnier Fructise
and transforming sandy to cinnamon red.
because
because i don't know if he was planning on picking up a package of Garnier Fructise
and transforming sandy to cinnamon red.
a new record
maybe i can write a love poem tonight,
something
so i can walk out of this cafe justified.
who knew being in Paris in the springtime could be so mundane;
i've seen more drains and dogcatchers than dreamy-eyed girls
a walk down the Rue Delambre yeilded nothing, no inspiration, and both my socks
are wet beyond the toe.
I question my muse as i refuge from grimy sky and street,
clutching not a masterpiece of profound literary merit, but only
a sodden copy of today's Liberation.
The greyish daylight faded into rainy twilight about an hour ago,
and as i sit here with hands done over in undeserved inkblots
my thoughts are dismal: i can't even write
a sonnet
or a charming couplet
or even a depressed, angsty paragraph about the marble of the fountains
made paler by the rain;
right now i doubt i could write my own
name with confidence, i don't think the vowels would fit somehow.
Mon Dieu, who knew being a starving artist would be such a trial!
something
so i can walk out of this cafe justified.
who knew being in Paris in the springtime could be so mundane;
i've seen more drains and dogcatchers than dreamy-eyed girls
a walk down the Rue Delambre yeilded nothing, no inspiration, and both my socks
are wet beyond the toe.
I question my muse as i refuge from grimy sky and street,
clutching not a masterpiece of profound literary merit, but only
a sodden copy of today's Liberation.
The greyish daylight faded into rainy twilight about an hour ago,
and as i sit here with hands done over in undeserved inkblots
my thoughts are dismal: i can't even write
a sonnet
or a charming couplet
or even a depressed, angsty paragraph about the marble of the fountains
made paler by the rain;
right now i doubt i could write my own
name with confidence, i don't think the vowels would fit somehow.
Mon Dieu, who knew being a starving artist would be such a trial!
5/02/2008
4/29/2008
Hemingway's ONE TRUE THOUGHT of the day
A healthy attitude is contagious but don't wait to catch it from others. Be a carrier.
-Tom Stoppard
-Tom Stoppard
of course we will
Arizona wrinkled rocks
Irish shores or Grecian docks
Khalua sand and the Southern cross -
head's or tails, come on, let's toss
They'll let us go 'cuz it's our time
send us out without a dime
who needs money? i don't care
i just gotta get somewhere
Somewhere somewhere we'll end up
swigging more than 7up
we won't always get where planned
Ziggarat picnic or sleep on sand
I've got a coin, you've got a pack
let's head out. We won't come back
until our feet are about to bust--
we've got to live this wanderlust!
Irish shores or Grecian docks
Khalua sand and the Southern cross -
head's or tails, come on, let's toss
They'll let us go 'cuz it's our time
send us out without a dime
who needs money? i don't care
i just gotta get somewhere
Somewhere somewhere we'll end up
swigging more than 7up
we won't always get where planned
Ziggarat picnic or sleep on sand
I've got a coin, you've got a pack
let's head out. We won't come back
until our feet are about to bust--
we've got to live this wanderlust!
4/28/2008
another fragment
rummaging for the right words
she came across a string
of pearls
once bright, but now outworn
their sea has forgotten them
dried foam and fragrance
rustled in memory's wind
and she just sat there
remembering
how blue and white the world used to be
she came across a string
of pearls
once bright, but now outworn
their sea has forgotten them
dried foam and fragrance
rustled in memory's wind
and she just sat there
remembering
how blue and white the world used to be
4/27/2008
Horatio to Ophelia:
Wonderment, divine surprise
oft appeared in your grey eyes;
calmly movedst thou along
lured not by the prince’s song.
Long days we spent in childhood bliss
unthinking friends in friendships kiss
when your soft beauty drew his fire
I masked my fear & played the lyre
joy & joyful journeys you
deserved, yet lived to rue
his wild accompaniment and haste,
so die you now, young and chaste.
oft appeared in your grey eyes;
calmly movedst thou along
lured not by the prince’s song.
Long days we spent in childhood bliss
unthinking friends in friendships kiss
when your soft beauty drew his fire
I masked my fear & played the lyre
joy & joyful journeys you
deserved, yet lived to rue
his wild accompaniment and haste,
so die you now, young and chaste.
okay, i lied.
so this is my mind un-chained/restrained.
words constantly barrage.
thank you God for school & forced & structured assignments that distract me from half-baked creation.
words constantly are lost.
otherwise i would go crazy like that guy in Into the Wild who ends up writing down EVERYTHING as it happens & then goes raving mad into the wilderness.
words constantly barrage.
thank you God for school & forced & structured assignments that distract me from half-baked creation.
words constantly are lost.
otherwise i would go crazy like that guy in Into the Wild who ends up writing down EVERYTHING as it happens & then goes raving mad into the wilderness.
ULTIMATE LAST ONE BEFORE TOMORROW I PROMISE
"MAY DESTRUCTION REIGN!!!" (assembles mangonels, onagers, and catapults) - "FIRE!!!!!!"
(i had to look up "trebuchet" and found out that when Richard the Lionheart was crusading, he used them. He nicknamed his especial favorite machine "Malovisine" which means "Bad Neighbor" and used it extensively while trying to destroy a turkish wall surrounding the city of Acre.)
Hurray for obsucure history!
(i had to look up "trebuchet" and found out that when Richard the Lionheart was crusading, he used them. He nicknamed his especial favorite machine "Malovisine" which means "Bad Neighbor" and used it extensively while trying to destroy a turkish wall surrounding the city of Acre.)
Hurray for obsucure history!
uh-huh
Many phantom scarves and hats lie about on the floor, but Yolanda the spansih illustration is nervioso about her Hombre and i've got to sort through all these impossible reflexive verbos so i can sleep. random song lyrics compose themselves from my fingers instead: Every time i close my eyes/Another dream of you comes alive/Reach out to me and wrap me up/The night is like an empty cup.
Isn't life craSy? the moon turned Yellow like a massive Oval of grapefruityness Under a canopy of blackest satin. Rare is that Sight - it won't come again 'til 2010!
Isn't life craSy? the moon turned Yellow like a massive Oval of grapefruityness Under a canopy of blackest satin. Rare is that Sight - it won't come again 'til 2010!
procrastination, continued:
i have discovered i have a strange affinity for toads.
and mushrooms.
and licorice.
(i'm not sure what that all means, but it seems very important just now)
and mushrooms.
and licorice.
(i'm not sure what that all means, but it seems very important just now)
live-wire ADD mind-jumping
"We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time." -t.s. eliot
ha! so T.S. eliot never stopped to ask for directions and didn't know a landmark from a hole in his map.
His poor wife :)
ha! so T.S. eliot never stopped to ask for directions and didn't know a landmark from a hole in his map.
His poor wife :)
Hmmm....
God gives all day every weekday for work; all he asks is the 86,400 seconds of the Sabbath for me to rest in him. Have I even used one today to say "thank you"?
oh, dear. i am full of words tonight.
It takes most men five years to recover from a college education, and to learn that poetry is as vital to thinking as knowledge. ~Brooks Atkinson, Once
Recommended Reading
Well, Miss-I-got-a-David-Akimen-recommended-book, you'd better check out WATER TALES by Robin Mckinely and read "The Sea King's Son" because it broke my heart & glued it back together and my eyelashes are all tarred with rainbows now because i cried through happiness(the kind where you weep but your heart laughs and you put down the book and walk away with Eliade's "mystical memory of a blessedness without history" that has haunted you since birth, since you learned how to read).
there, is that a book recommendation or what?
there, is that a book recommendation or what?
your letter
it was like the birth of a small sun, an explosion of quotable joy,
your envelope
but just as i prised up one corner and made
a little rip on the white
the clouds clouded over the sun
and i wondered if i should save this missive
for a brighter moment,
a less darkening day.
but i am greedy
greedy for any news of you and yours
so i tore
away
and opened up your letter.
(there were flowers upon it, and the scent of summer)
may Christ keep you as
as his own on these, the cloudy days.
your envelope
but just as i prised up one corner and made
a little rip on the white
the clouds clouded over the sun
and i wondered if i should save this missive
for a brighter moment,
a less darkening day.
but i am greedy
greedy for any news of you and yours
so i tore
away
and opened up your letter.
(there were flowers upon it, and the scent of summer)
may Christ keep you as
as his own on these, the cloudy days.
acrostic sonnet idea
colorblindness (a fourteenletterword):
abab/first half: He's focusing on work and what he has to do: perpetually distracted by what sunrise brings rather than the sun itself
cdcd/2nd half: he sees a white tiger, a tulip on fire, the stars - something, and she points out that he must internalize this and enjoy creation
voila/efef: Adam did fall, but afterall, GOd made pomegranates and licorice (and lovers)
g-g/last thought: let's go
abab/first half: He's focusing on work and what he has to do: perpetually distracted by what sunrise brings rather than the sun itself
cdcd/2nd half: he sees a white tiger, a tulip on fire, the stars - something, and she points out that he must internalize this and enjoy creation
voila/efef: Adam did fall, but afterall, GOd made pomegranates and licorice (and lovers)
g-g/last thought: let's go
instead of media law
heather-gold hairnets and turquoise balloons,
scalloped deliliahs and tawny bassoons,
ridge-ropes and sling-stings
majory and thyme
the way you distract me is surely a crime
scalloped deliliahs and tawny bassoons,
ridge-ropes and sling-stings
majory and thyme
the way you distract me is surely a crime
instead of econ
Merry-hearted Mary handed
Morty Martin many munchies.
Morty Martin munched and muttered
Mumbling a minty mantra
“Miss Mary’s munchies make my muse
Most inspired and divine,
If Mary always bakes these munchies,
Merry Mary should be mine.”
Morty Martin’s mandibular movement
Slowed directly with this thought,
Down upon his knees he threw him,
Noble passions in him fought.
“Marvelous madam, Mary my mink,
Your mouth-watering munchies
Have caused me to think,
If you will have me, marry me now,
I’ll love you more than my finest milch cow!”
Young Mr. Martin missed her reply,
For wise little Mary, about to cry,
Gathered her munchies from Morty’s big hand,
And ran off
and started her
own snack
name-
brand.
Morty Martin many munchies.
Morty Martin munched and muttered
Mumbling a minty mantra
“Miss Mary’s munchies make my muse
Most inspired and divine,
If Mary always bakes these munchies,
Merry Mary should be mine.”
Morty Martin’s mandibular movement
Slowed directly with this thought,
Down upon his knees he threw him,
Noble passions in him fought.
“Marvelous madam, Mary my mink,
Your mouth-watering munchies
Have caused me to think,
If you will have me, marry me now,
I’ll love you more than my finest milch cow!”
Young Mr. Martin missed her reply,
For wise little Mary, about to cry,
Gathered her munchies from Morty’s big hand,
And ran off
and started her
own snack
name-
brand.
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