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[May. 18th, 2008|03:05 am] |
Just thinking about 'making do', or how people transform their circumstances, or how eventually everything we want out of the world seems to have the same general shape. Since it's 3am I don't have to make sense.
Begin with the premise that the word is holy.
What do you need it to tell you? What generous things
will it offer, what buried things.
Begin your work. You are not the first,
we are here with you. It is hard labour,
many go blind, many lose their breath.
But the word is holy,
and the word is what we've got,
and as the years turn over years
the weight of each heart
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| New York music |
[May. 17th, 2008|11:25 am] |
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Somehow, John Lennon sounds much better here on a sunny day than in Boston. |
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| Peter Pan illustrations :D |
[May. 15th, 2008|09:55 pm] |
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I recently bought a beautifully illustrated 'Peter Pan' book. Hopefully it will help me figure out my peter pan tattoo design. I took a few photos of some of the illustrations to share with you since they are too beautiful not to share. Artwork is by scott gustafson.
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[May. 15th, 2008|09:36 pm] |
XXII
And if my tongue is lightning,
what monuments have I cracked?
Does the faith of the impoverished
catch the dew of the darkest dawn?
Quickly (ask your sparrow),
isn't that how hope always flies?
Won't you lie here with me
in the perfection of the unspoken? |
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| Letter To The Woman Who Stopped Writing Me Back by Jeffrey McDaniel |
[May. 15th, 2008|02:29 pm] |
Letter To The Woman Who Stopped Writing Me Back
I wanted you to be the first to know - Harper & Row
has agreed to publish my collected letters to you.
The tentative title is Exorcist in the Gym of Futility.
Unfortunately I never mailed the best one,
which certainly was one of a kind.
A mutual friend told me that when I quit drinking,
I surrendered my identity in your eyes.
Now I'm just like everybody else, and it's so funny,
the way monogamy is funny, the way
someone falling down in the street is funny.
I entered a revolving door and emerged
as a human being. When you think of me
is my face electronically blurred?
I remember your collarbone, forming the tiniest
satellite dish in the universe, your smile
as the place where parallel lines inevitably crossed.
Now dinosaurs freeze to death on your shoulder.
I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash,
how I once held the soft audience of your hand.
I've been ignored by prettier women than you,
but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence
so far, without spilling a drop.
Jeffrey McDaniel from The Forgiveness Parade. http://manicdpress.com/ |
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[May. 15th, 2008|10:05 am] |
i think i might have found the real live girl friend i always wanted! i dont want to get my hopes up but we have been hanging out almost every day and she never stops saying or doing things that make me go ahh whattt how are you so cool, AND last night we were extremely high and her boyfriend was driving us in this van through middle-of-nowhere felton and she put on modest mouse and we all started singing the songs really really loud and it felt like i didn't know where i was and i also felt sixteen again sitting in drew's van high listening to modest mouse and i felt like where did four years ago and how did i get here and is life going to start getting really good?
it is so hot today already and it's only ten. she and i are ditching class and going to the beach, yesss. |
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| XXI |
[May. 14th, 2008|10:58 pm] |
Why, if we insisted on baggage,
did we take flight?
Bulldog, light-bulb,
gravity,
why did you deceive me?
How else to pray
if not aloud? |
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[May. 14th, 2008|01:02 pm] |
i got hit by a car on my bike and it is bent up so i haven't ridden in like five days and i'm getting restless. but this video and the other ones on the site are so good oh hh mhan.
http://www.digave.com/videos/stockholm-digave_com.mpg
also my new place is pretty cool and phoebe is amazing and perfect and i can walk everywhere and the weather is and the life is and the boy is and a;sldkfj |
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| Daily Outfit |
[May. 13th, 2008|10:59 pm] |
1920s filigree necklace with blue stones and snake figure
Peach lacy dress
Pink lace slip
Kitten pink knee socks
Work shoes
My breakfast: beet, carrots and apple
Last weekend Lee! (my housemate) turned twenty-five, and since he busts out Philly phrases, I decided to have his vegan birthday cookies decorated with some choice phrases.
Are you guys LJ friends with ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) winzig? She has an awesome web comic located here. I asked her to draw me a portrait so I can use it for my business and she did the cutest job ever!!!
I had her draw me in my lucky blouse.
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| guess it's a transition thing |
[May. 13th, 2008|04:31 pm] |
I wish I knew what I needed. I'd ask for it. |
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[May. 13th, 2008|12:23 am] |
Tonight was the Haiku Deathmatch. I continued my glorious losing streak, though this time I was a little sad because it meant not getting to read as many haiku (as opposed to merely being assigned a lower arbitrary number.) On the other hand I wrote some new haiku, and got to take a trip through lj-memory-lane as I searched old posts for material.
Also, I won a dragonfruit. It's no Meat Trade Secrets Exposed, but it will do.
Here's some of the new haiku I didn't read:
the glass in her hand
reflects the light of the lamp
shaking when she laughs
rewind the day --
pull the wind back through the leaves
of the willow tree
when we dance sometimes
the calm blue distance of your eyes
makes me think of stars
if I fall silent
forgive me – the thought of you
is at the door again
lying in the dark
drunk hipsters pass my window
in the laughing rain
tell me, summer nights
why your cool, brief hands conspire
to unfasten me
And a favourite of the old:
O god, pull me through
the laundromat tonight -- I
can still come out clean. |
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| swelling birdsong |
[May. 12th, 2008|09:59 am] |
Posted on the great_poets community this morning-- exquisite.
Stone Villages
The stone-built villages of England.
A cathedral bottled in a pub window.
Cows dispersed across fields.
Monuments to kings.
A man in a moth-eaten suit
sees a train off, heading, like everything here, for the sea,
smiles at his daughter, leaving for the East.
A whistle blows.
And the endless sky over the tiles
grows bluer as swelling birdsong fills.
And the clearer the song is heard,
the smaller the bird.
-Joseph Brodsky |
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[May. 12th, 2008|02:54 pm] |
my brightest diamond
@ slaughtered lamb, london
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[May. 11th, 2008|06:11 pm] |
nick cave & the bad seeds
@ hammersmith apollo, london
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| Jim Simmerman - Constellation |
[May. 11th, 2008|11:04 am] |
via http://www.melicreview.com/archive/iss24/jim%20simmerman.htm
CONSTELLATION
I meant consolation, but it’s clouds tonight—
the moon a kind of washed-out badge
of butter; and what bastard child of what
randy deity am I—what bitter seed
petewied to the earth—to look to the sky
for a pinwheel of light, secret decoder ring,
some bright reckoning flame? What is the kindred
name by which, were someone to call me,
I would leave unpacked the bag of the body,
and lightly go? Show me, please, a simple sign
emblazoned on the night’s marquee. Fire me
in your klieg lamp unto jewel. Dear gods,
ancestors, superstars, loom and align
that I might bear the shine of you. |
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| Boston in New York |
[May. 10th, 2008|04:59 pm] |
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A little while ago, I was walking around on Atlantic Ave. and walking towards me was one of my co-workers from the Publishing House I just left. He just happens to be in town for his bachelor party, and we just happened to run into each other. And go figure, when I got home, there was a package waiting for me from my old supervisor, Janice. Letterhead and someone from the office on the same day in a different city. Hilarious. |
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| hektor and andromache |
[May. 9th, 2008|01:33 pm] |
McSweeney's, I discovered today, is accepting submissions for the Amanda Davis fiction contest, available to women 32 years old and younger. The whole thing sounds charming, irreverent, and energetic in that alluring McSweeney's way. Submissions must be postmarked by the 15th. Shall I? And what to send?
Regardless, another draft of "Hektor and Andromache." Read, s'il vous plait.
( Read more... ) |
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| XX |
[May. 9th, 2008|07:31 am] |
What rhythms were not suggested
by the depth of her hair?
Didn't a forked-tongue deliver
fate to your doorstep, as it did mine?
Isn't sense always made?
When you think of waves,
are farewells not more frequent, more swelling? |
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| lion reunites with trainers after being in the wild for one year |
[May. 8th, 2008|09:48 pm] |
guys this made me cry
god so amazing |
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| The Balloon Tree |
[May. 9th, 2008|12:10 am] |
Does anyone have access to the Balloon Tree by Pheobe Gilman?
Ever since I was little i wanted a bed like the princess had, and now I'm in an apartment with 12ft ceilings that are just begging for princess curtains. But I can't remember exactly what hers were like. Could anyone post a scan of the bed?
Thanks!! |
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