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What life is like

Posted on 2009.02.08 at 20:03

"Coreopsis. I did not mean/ to say that."

Posted on 2008.12.29 at 23:16
Giving someone a haircut is the same as casting a spell.
I don't know why I think this.

Everyone is as basically just like me.
I don't know why I think this.

Iambs (Bucolics by Maurice Manning, oh my GOD), quicker than resting heartbeat, raise the pulse and that is how they animate the soul.
I don't know why I think this.

Sex is the strangest thing I can imagine happening.
I don't know why I think this.

Barnes and Noble dot com(e) give me my books! I need them!
I don't know why I think this.

Nothing will ever be better than Motown.
But there was civilization before Motown, and something else must have been the best then, so I don't know why I think this.

Sometimes I think I am more perceptive than most people.
I don't know why I think this, since the rest of the time I think I'm delusional.

I need to be more boring.
I don't know why.
I think this.


I just want to go to Vermont

I just want to go to Vermont
I just want to go to Vermont
I just want to go to Vermont



"The bird looked at his
watch and exclaimed,
'What is my name?'
The watch was bright
purple, but it was the hands
that stood out."


Posted on 2008.12.05 at 14:41
“I wonder about some poets I enjoy reading and much admire: why do their poems not lodge in my mind? Between readings, they sink into the vagueness of their reputation. I have read most of John Ashbery’s poetry and reviewed three or four of his books, but I couldn’t recite two consecutive lines of his work. When I go back to “Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror,” I assent to a cultivated voice as it leads me through the lines, but when I’ve finished reading it, nothing of the voice stays with me but a fading echo. If it is a superb poem—as I think it is—its quality is consistent with a culture that reads with the eye and keeps the ear idle.”

—Denis Donoghue, Words Alone: The Poet T.S. Eliot



Return of the Rentals

Posted on 2008.08.16 at 22:21

I bought this cassette tape from a garage sale. Driving, I listen to it repeatedly. It is summer. I think, maybe having the mp3s will taint some kind of purity.

The best thing I did today was hang out with my ex-boyfriend. He is still fucking beautiful, but now he lives in a dollhouse and is teaching himself to tune pianos.

"... and it's going to be good. For her."

Posted on 2008.07.30 at 13:32
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[-Gabriel on FK's savagery]

bicycles, my darling, bicycles, you have done something to my mind with your bicycles.Collapse )

Partial list of Reasons I love the Internet.

1. People use it to tell me the weirdest shit, which I would never learn otherwise.
2. Look at this video of a sloth crossing the road:

the best place

Posted on 2007.08.02 at 16:27