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Showing posts with label clouds illusions. Show all posts
10 November 2014
16 April 2009
it is determined that we are two separate feathers in two separate wings
(I'm in the F wing)
I was at this evening of poetry tonight at another's little home, the stock of university kid's dwellings kind of place (though of the artsy's nicely decorated variety), and I had to use the upstairs bathroom because the downstairs with the women's sign on it also had a sign that said "out of order, go upstairs" scribbled on purple construction paper. So I headed up the steep flight of steps and there crammed into a corner was a crooked shaped bathroom with the toilet stuck in the eaves and a door for a crawl space to my left hand and a pile of rolls of toilet paper to my right. All I can think is, why would I want this to ever end? Why would I ever want a million dollars and your newly constructed condominium? Why would I want your plastic picket fence? I'm living in charm. I'm living in quirks. I'm living in revolution. I'm living in poetry.
And it was great to have a discussion of poems and ideas this noche because my body has been going through some sort of spring reworking. I go to sleep at 12:30 and wake up at 6am and have nothing to do but read e e cummings and Gwendolyn Brooks.
I was at this evening of poetry tonight at another's little home, the stock of university kid's dwellings kind of place (though of the artsy's nicely decorated variety), and I had to use the upstairs bathroom because the downstairs with the women's sign on it also had a sign that said "out of order, go upstairs" scribbled on purple construction paper. So I headed up the steep flight of steps and there crammed into a corner was a crooked shaped bathroom with the toilet stuck in the eaves and a door for a crawl space to my left hand and a pile of rolls of toilet paper to my right. All I can think is, why would I want this to ever end? Why would I ever want a million dollars and your newly constructed condominium? Why would I want your plastic picket fence? I'm living in charm. I'm living in quirks. I'm living in revolution. I'm living in poetry.
And it was great to have a discussion of poems and ideas this noche because my body has been going through some sort of spring reworking. I go to sleep at 12:30 and wake up at 6am and have nothing to do but read e e cummings and Gwendolyn Brooks.
28 March 2009
there was a detective show once
photo taken by moi
I waded through clouds this morning. Poof, poofy clouds that expanded at the knees, gently knocking against each other and me with a little click and scratching at the iron bars they hung from.
Wedding dress shopping.
For Y is engaged and I'm treating myself to a day of waffles. Well, Ego Waffles, which might not be quite as swell as those ones I used to make in the large-mouthed belgian waffler back when I lived on the flooded plain, however, little Ego's leave room for my fruits and veggies. Hurrah...
FAITE ATTENTION:
You should learn the mot-du-jour for I want to use it, I find it splendid.
Vellieity (veh-LEE-uh-tee): noun, (1) The lowest degree of desire; imprefect or incomplete volition. (2) A slight wish or inclination.
Example: The feeling that Marge Bjork felt at the contemplation of eating carrots last night was not that of delight but of vellieity.
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