January 2010
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Dinner and drinks and orange juice when we get to your lovely apartment. Those looks I’m so used to before our lips collide and then the question, “Would you like to leave the kitchen?” And so we do and stop in the hallway and my back on the wall and here is your bedroom. My legs, your arms, your height, my hair (always too much hair). How you can pick me up and when you kiss my...
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It’s been a different but wonderful evening. I made my own dinner and it was healthy and homey and I did the dishes and wondered if the third date was too soon to suggest that I cook for him because I’m really good at talking myself into things and looking way too far into the future. But it would be nice to have someone to share these things with (you know, you know) other than my...
“Their breath like a tree’s breath. Their silence
like a deer’s silence. Tolstoy...”
– Poetry 365: The One You Wanted to Be Is the One You Are, Jean Valentine
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So I’m dating this guy. That is to say I’m going on dates with this guy. Or at least I think they’re dates. I’ve never been sure about these things. I just know that I can’t decide what to wear and I smile a lot so it must be something at least good. But anyway…
I’m dating this guy. And I like him as a person and I’m telling myself to like him more...
“You turn towards meteor showers in August,
wishing yourself like that:
bright...”
– Poetry 365: The Falling, Jane Hirshfield
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Making pasta sauce from scratch and outlining a...
tsunamis:
Glamorous life.
Ideal life…
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It hurts, how much I could love you.
“(Desire is not the problem. This far south,
we are careful not to mistake...”
– Poetry 365: Getting Ready, Jack Gilbert
Elegy, Lewis Warsh
poetry365:
The leaves have a sense of
where they fall when they
return to earth
but as they dangle in the wind
like corpses swaying
from a branch
they replace the pure
space of their being
with an act of attention
which passes like
a lullaby through
the eye of the storm.
So I JUST realized that Lewis Warsh is included in The Body Electric, a book I grabbed at the Strand over the...
there's a cap'n jazz reunion show tonight but i...
(via defeat)
This is probably the one time in my life I’m bummed I live in New York =/
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“You have been introduced to this new salvation: the Dictionary! Carry it with...”
– My history 2 prof. This made my day.
“You have learned more, thank you, thank you, think. Your beautiful voice, yes....”
– my professor, John High, in response to my chapbook and my work/life last semester as a whole. I feel like this is both the reason I should and should not share my life problems with poets or professors. Also why, if I plan to teach, I need to improve my handwriting. That first sentence is at least...
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Pluto to Persephone, Daniel Williams
poetry365:
I know what it is you
want from me
but you see
I cannot give it
I am hell
and hell
is a nice place to visit
but when you want to leave
you want to leave
when you speak to me
you converse with darkness
hold my hand
old bones rattle
when you kiss me
imagine kissing the skull of a saint
mouldering in a cave
large balloon of spirit
flown imagine taste of white bone...
“He sleeps late. His heart is a free-for-all.
I want to tell him this gets worse...”
– “My Son’s Puberty,” by Michael L. Johnson
This is from the book XY Files: Poems on the Male Experience. David Keller described it thusly:
“In the XY Files are poems of life, indeed, for anyone who has ever loved, hated, or been a man. Here are almost two-hundred poems full...
quartertosleep:
‘Still flying solo?’ The elevator rises. ‘Still flying. Still.’
How Men Fear Women, Richard Lehnert
poetry365:
Because I couldn’t stop her flying,
I joined her where she leaked wet music,
entered her from behind and below,
watched her shoulders bunch and tent and spread,
held her working wings,
slip of bone and meat to beat down air,
saw her spine leap
from the hair of where I joined her
to bury myself in the part of hair
at the vulva of her skull,
and she warned me: Don’t look...
“Hours later I asked her if I could see her again.“We’re already in love,” she...”
– Quickies in New York: A Love Fetish
I think I have a bit of a writer’s crush on Guy New York. Whoops.
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Married, Jack Gilbert
poetry365:
I came back from the funeral and crawled
around the apartment, crying hard,
searching for my wife’s hair.
For two months got them from the drain,
from the vacuum cleaner, under the refrigerator,
and off the clothes in the closet.
But after other Japanese women came,
there was no way to be sure which were
hers, and I stopped. A year later,
repotting Michiko’s avocado, I find...
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Anonymous asked: do you believe that anything is possible?
abrutalkind asked: Why did you start this?
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Every time I see the envelopes from you I feel that I should write again. Granted you haven’t written to me (though it is my turn…but still). Today I actually read the letter. THE letter. And now I feel more compelled than ever to write and yet I have no idea what to say. Do I mention what was and wasn’t? Do I tell you I’m in New York? Do I ask where you are, how you have...
Apparently this is the new hot thing →
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Things I've apparently Always Been "in to":
house wifery
the ’50s
sex
dead things
prostitution as a viable career option
war
cephalopods
Learning this is not as relieving as I thought it might be. It actually has me more concerned about where these interests all came from in the first place.
“When we were done we lay on our backs for a long time just staring at her...”
– Quickies in New York: Happy New Year, You Little Slut
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“The worst thing: to give yourself away in exchange for not enough love.”
– Joyce Carol Oates, “Death Mother” (via Erospainter)
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It is a New Year. I have a brand new computer (Shelia II) and an internship at a place that I love.
Maybe this year I will have different things to say. My resolutions are to be more proactive against my depression, be better about deadlines and eat healthier. I’m also going to start yoga and/or pilates which will hopefully help me transition back into dancing.
I hope that this new year...