January 2011
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journal again
a ceaseless nagging chorus of orders streamed from her. The quarrels, intermittent at first, had now becomes continuous. We quarrelled over things of inconceivable pettiness.
- lout - an awkward , stupid person;clumsy, ill mannered boor
- boor- a person with rude, clumsy manners, an uncultured person
-They were ugly, ill- nourished, devoid of all except the very lowest form of intelligence
...
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scribbles from my notebook
My friends and I had a poetry party last night. And, after glass upon glass of straight whiskey I decided to tear out my notebook pages and fling them all in the air ( it added to the rave dancing when some of my friends got on the microphone with guitar in hand). So, here I am typing out some of those loose pages…….
frozen snow clung to the trees in configurations of fantastic...
“The patio was crowded, so we sat inside at the snack bar. All around us were...”
– Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary (via iwaslivinginadeviltown)
what is currently going on in the apartment:
wild sexual moans from the throat of my friend’s girlfriend, clearly the walls are not soundproof. Maintenance check.
Michael plays the piano in his room across the hallway of upstairs.
A painter brushes a canvas and makes art in the adjacent bedroom.
Mark and I watch Benjamin Button again for the who-knows-how many times.
It never gets old to us.
Tonight we are going to...
nighttime university drink
Everyone was very happy, overwhelmingly certain that the world was a fine place and we a noble set of people. The noise scarcely slackened. People played darts and shot pool over green spreads. He, rolling blindly drunk, half danced, half staggered to and from with a glass of whiskey balanced about in his left hand, eyeing women’s breast and recited butchered poetry and long rambling...
“Some people, were born to sit by a river. Some get struck by lightning. Some...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald ”The Curious Case of Benjamin Button”
that what pushes life through the stem
The holy force that pushes the flower from the green stem.
I hug to love with my pen,
the unholy scrawl that utters love letters.
A spring unravels a world of petals
of my hopeful desire
a million miles away
very early on the morning of the second moon,
under a predawn haze, transparent moon still visible in the sky
with summer memories now just a shadow.
I set out under the ringing of the day.
When would I see them again?
The friends had gathered and followed along for enough to see me off.
I felt forever miles rushing through my heart-
I saw it through farewell tears.
Windblown leaves...
kept safe,safe,safe,safe,safe
Season and sunshine, grace and girl.
Though lovers be lost, love shall not.
Old winter nagging the wounded whisper.
Burned silence on a wick of words.
The shuffling of the seasons.
Easygoing boys vanquished by the same sweet,sound- rest and oblivion.
The moon’s light lodged on window ledges,
poured over the rooftops. Along with a few stripes that fell through the windows
into the...
well 2 good things
I am going to Mt. Pleasant to visit my friends for the weekend till Monday
Yippie!!
Second, I was going through my notebooks and realized I have well over 50 poems sitting in my notebook that I have written in the last month or so, all I need to do now is throw them up in the microsoft word and put some on here.
One turns to me his appealing eyes- poor boy! I...
Frowning, he groped for words. But he was unable to express himself as he wished, although it was a very definite feeling. Slacked cheeks and slightly inflamed eyelids. It was a milky-pale evening. He was too lost that day to ever even feel or notice the bright sun. People lounged in the sun; kids ran through front yard sprinklers in navy blue bathing suits; moms made lemonade; little league...
Darkness Visible
William Styron was right. Depression is a visible darkness. It creeps up your spine; you can feel and sense the dismal tone coming towards you waiting to prey itself upon you. The awful thing of all is that you can’t do anything to expire it, all you can do is put it off for the time being until you are alone and still, and sure enough it will make its way it is inevitable. You can run away from...
“If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool...”
– Ray Bradbury
what happened to the once good msu team?
why does michigan state have to suck in basketball so much this year? They are losing to u of m , right now…. frustrating . I don’t get stressed over barely anything in my life, but sports still and always will get me I admit.
“When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged...”
– Walt Whitman
When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
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Before death takes you, O' take back this
Into the answering skies on the green ground-
the sun roars at the prayer’s end
in the mustard seed sun,
where souls grow wild with triumphant faith.
Before the lung of the day,
he inhaled deeply as if he wanted to make up doubly
for all the time he had lost.
And, to be once more carefree, a boy.
His heart trembled with delight
with the eagerness of a brighter...
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wishes make the standstill world swirl
An answer echoes from the rooftops.
Images rose and roared on heaven’s hill;
wishes circle the world that stands still,
where sleep navigates the tides of time.
A warm snowflake fall….
while walking to your lover on the beach in the melting night.
Ay, love, that went away and never returned!
See her now, spinning, and with a trembling white skirt in...
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Daisy wrapped in Green
O woman in green
I long to have healing hands to help you walk again
O lady woman, O young gal
O’ summer evening girl, who has no thoughts of growing one day old
I yearn to be the grass field in your once spring
In a time where you danced and picked yellow flowers from
O pretty daisy, stretch out strong to the blue sky sea
O’ the youth, the youth I see in your eyes when you looked at me
Written...
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the table of 3
While all the rest of us silent readers slouch over books of poems
Two women and a man in their late 50’s sit
Drinking coffee while talking in-between sips
The sips are keeping magnificent pace with the paralleled chatter
I press my thumb down on my temple
And use my hand as a blanket to shield the noise somehow
I tune their voices in and out while I attempt to read
Mr. Federico Garcia Lorca...
“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is...”
– John Keating, Dead Poet’s Society (via supprosetry)
“Write what you care about and understand. Writers should never try to outguess...”
– Richard North Patterson (via vj12)
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the fizz ''aaahh'' you hear in a Sprite...
Early this afternoon while sitting on the couch in the living room, I saw the blue-suited postal carrier trudge deep footed across the white lawn, from the side glance of my right eye. Now you see, I have never been one to let unsnapped mail, that I hope holds extravagant potential news from near and far, ever be left on wait. No, no. Who knows who could be trying to contact you? Perhaps, Zooey...
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The Rise of The Anti-Digital Book Front
I’m starting a campaign against all digital books. This means the Nook, Kindle, and whatever else is out there. Who’s in?! Enough is enough. It is time to funnel the built up energy no longer against the insolvable problems with the state of Republicans and Democrats. No, no; no longer will we will raise our fist in contempt towards Fox News, the powerful cliques and invisible...
Bob Dylan and me
I met Bob Dylan last night in my dream. It was definitely one of the most vivid lucid dreams I can ever remember. I don’t know if it is because I have a poster on my wall next to where I sleep or what, but that cat straight up was hanging out with my in my dream for hours. I remember being in the dream and knowing that this was me in dream-state, completely conscious of this, for sure. We...
“Let us abolish policemen who carry clubs and revolvers, and put in a squad of...”
– Mark Twain
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I miss the walks at night the most
In the belly of the rich new year,
upon the opening of nightlong eyes,
where the golden-Sun lies asleep upon night’s iris.
Before the crowing morning climbs,
where the moon rages and the lovers live abed,
I write about a time….
where a girl’s smile burned my mouth in the dark-skinned summer.
About a memory
where I said, I’ll love you as long as forever is.
...
Michigan's Winter Robe
Under this Winter robe, I seek the Sun
O see the pulse of summer
Fresh peaches and wild strawberries in a tall glass pitcher of water
Nights, melting nights!
brimmed full with laughter
We drink merry warm wine
with great authority and a low-price
Offering up hot breaths of desire to heaven
dancing on wine-sodden tables
every feverish fiber of his being falling…
….in love...
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she gave me the well hello
with,
and danced with,
and made love with,
in the flower-filled Summery evenings.
Gracious girls,
who were brought up on memories instead of money.
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Sin who had a Woman's shape
The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul
That mad-naked summer night
That baffling wonder alone completes
The air tastes good to my palate
The ring of alarm-bells, the cry of fire
The whirr of swift-streaking yelps
The crowds of demented youth with the mania of owning things
wheezing, clucking a long, dull tapering groans
It shakes mad-sweet pangs through my belly
A...
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Red-Wine Love
A walk among the listening trees
night’s far-off calling
A swooping silence envelopes and deafens
A rising tide of tomorrow strolls…
…… to greet the country land
Yesterday’s streets, bawling
Wide mouthed echoing pavement records your feet
The lurching houses sigh with souls asleep
Curved slim alleys welcome the heart’s beat
The dreams wait for...
A Laundry List Love Poem
To do: Write a poem about a son,
who writes a poem about his father, but never gives it to him.
A poem, lines never to be heard.
Just another forgotten love letter in a forgotten notebook.
A poem, a sad poem.
The saddest poem of all….
at least to me.
An undelivered song,
a caged bird in spring,
a missed opportunity,
...
“Live to the point of tears.”
– Albert Camus (via ish07)
Things you'll miss about college →
I see the snow falling outside as I look through...
for the town closed itself in against the night
the years of subjugation were cut deep
They knew his ignorance, his cruelty, his avarice, his sins, his appetites.
His voice was hoarse with the fat that pressed on his throat
the careless ways that we treat each other
the moral slackness that besets the people of our country
with its seductive temptations of today’s easy money and morals
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There is a great deal to be seen in the tilt of a...
Birds chattered and flurried their wings. The gathering of the morning. It was a morning like other mornings and yet perfect among mornings. A simple hiss of distance. Their senses were burning alive. The two friends need not for speech to fill their coffee and grapefruit this cool spring morning where the fair gold morning of April stirred into May. Xavier wasn’t attending class that day....
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progress of new job
substitute teaching is going just fine and dandy. The ol’ college degree is finally showing its limited benefits. It is nice to be making some money, geesh. Not like I am rolling in bank by any means, it pays 90dollars per day. $13 dollars an hour- I cannot complain about that, you know? It is rather easy overall. The biggest challenge is keeping some of the individuals on task and busy with...
“Speak, O desolate city! Speak, O silence in sadness!
Where is she that I loved...”
– The Desolate City, Wilfrid Scawen Blunt (via hellosusie)