Tuesday, May 29, 2007

do you feel with fragile, does fragile
overtake you (moving blood
as crux) when slow bleeds into
federal & people try to get you to

turn imagined suffering into twitches
there’s only one way to do this
would prefer us but it doesn’t
why does it fucking not

skin time when you can
as the little lung on my bird
quakes in attempt to use a word
possessed of so few letters

how to thing a thought so small
don’t make you to breathe loyally
it touches for helping home not mean
you rake a vessel toward the brain

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

more on that image below

Thursday, May 17, 2007

When something seems impossible to obtain despite every effort, it is an indication of a limit which cannot be passed on that plane and of the necessity for a change of level--a break in the ceiling. To wear ourselves out on the same level degrades us. It is better to accept the limit, to contemplate it and savour all its bitterness.

from The Impossible by Simone Weil

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

it's always TOO deep & not deep ENOUGH

but deep spelt backwards is peed. that can't be good.

i'm tired of questions like "Why does the medium matter?" they make me want to do something mean to something. visually manipulate a pet. not mine because i don't have one. or a little kid. don't have one of those either.

Monday, May 14, 2007

i'm going to hear these people friday night:

today i ate cake and chicken.

on a related note, i'm getting chicken neck in my old age.

ironically, i made three necklaces today which accentuate my neck though not necessarily its chickenate qualities.

if our skin never lost elasticity would the time thing pass us by. this can be discussed in a breakout session at our next gathering.

also managing the shrug has been bothering me. instead of saying hi, i shrug. it doesn't give a good impression.

the thing is I've realized lately (the obvious) that people fall apart inside their heads all around you and maybe feel the stuff around their thoughts is transparent but they have to really will it to be see-through, which isn't always possible, i guess.

Friday, May 04, 2007

for JK and EL

not with the homeless your of air-wide welcome
yet here at the sending toward poor shall mighty
lips by turns mother and command those astride
the refuse-silent door, is hand storying cries
above the gate that looks like sunset imprisoned
in a blue Bic but instead harbors the serious business of draining
tumors that while they do teem from hand to lamp in the her
of exiled masses, also finger burning hair
much huddled in trumpets—that is what lifting
a lamp means beside the door, nameless woman
famous for her torch (she has no
twin but the give of your own limbs