February 2011
“Tea is drunk to forget the din of the world.”
– T’ien Yiheng
Here Now.
I worry I weigh three times my body. I worry I throw my fear around. But this morning, there’s a calm I can’t explain The rock candy’s melted, only diamonds now remain By the time I recognize this moment, This moment will be gone. But I will bend the light, Pretend that it somehow lingered on. Was there a second of time that I looked around? Did I sail through or drop my anchor...
Palmistry.
About astrology and palmistry: they are good because they make people vivid and full of possibilities. They are communism at its best. Everybody has a birthday and almost everybody has a palm.
~ Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
January 2011
“Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.”
– William Shakespeare
God.
Peter Bretter: Maybe this is a sign from God that I should forget her.
Darald: Maybe this is a sign that you should be *with* her.
Paris Nights, New York Mornings.
Breakfast at Mickey’s, make-up still on. Elbows on the greasy table cloth. One more coffee and one last cigarette, Smiling at the rain cause you hold me close. My best dress on underneath this old coat, Walking down Bleecker, no one is awake yet. I could see the lights from the restaurant. I couldn’t quite perfect that nonchalance. Paris and champagne with one brown sugar cube, And we danced while...
“Plain women know more about men than beautiful ones do.”
– Katharine Hepburn
Pulse.
It was a wet rotting October when I left. In the town the leaves had begun to drop and their yellow pulp lay on the ground. The last belts of thunderstorms and downpours were passing through the Northern region. Summer was on its way out. The atmosphere felt as if it was finally breaking apart, and at night and in the mornings something cooler had set it. It was a relief not to wake up sweating...
Forward.
Bridget: Hi, I'm Bridget.
Eric: Eric.
Bridget: I know. So, um, I hear you go to Colombia?
Eric: Yup.
Bridget: Well, what have you heard about me?
Eric: High school, won nationals.
Bridget: MVP. I play forward.
Eric: So I've noticed.
“If a man harbors any sort of fear, it percolates through all thinking, damages...”
– Lloyd Douglas
Oxytocin.
It’s the hormone that makes humans fall in love. It’s kind of funny, that’s it’s all love comes down to. Like any combinations of elements can make people go crazy over each other, stay up all night talking, turn their backs on friends and family, start crying at certain songs, feel dizzy, weak, desperate, scream their heads off, want to throw up, die. I guess that’s...
Skinny Love, Bon Iver
“A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.”
– Antonio Porchia
Kiss With A Fist.
You hit me once, I hit you back, You gave a kick, I gave a slap, You smashed a plate Over my head Then I set fire to our bed. Well love sticks sweat drips, Break the lock if it don’t fit. A kick in the teeth is good for some. A kiss with a fist is better than none. ~ Florence + The Machine
As They Were.
Frans, Agnes and I used to sit along that canal and throw things in- pebbles, sticks, once a broken tile- and imagine what they might touch on the bottom- not fish, but creatures from our imagination, with many eyes, scales, hands and fins. Frans thought up the most interesting monsters. Agnes was the most frightened. I always stopped the game, too inclined to see things as they were to be able to...
“When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.”
– Antonio Porchia
Good Thinking.
Peter Bretter: Hi, can I have another Bloody Mary, please?
Bartender: You're still working on that one.
Peter Bretter: It's an anticipatory order.
Painting.
“And a painting?” my father asked. “Has he begun another painting?” He always hoped that I would describe a new painting to him. “Nothing,” I replied. I had spent little time in the studio that week. Nothing there had changed. “Perhaps he is idle,” my mother said. “He is not that,” I answered quickly. “Perhaps he does not want to...
“Beyond my body my veins are invisible.”
– Antonio Porchia
Comma.
Dear Mr. Ernest Hemingway,
You need to use more commas. They are my favorite punctuation mark and the fact that you seem to have a dogmatic aversion to them saddens me greatly. Thank you so very much.
Love,
Me.
Bullet And A Target.
I’ve been knowing her for years, I’ve been seeing her for years, She got dark, dark wavy hair, With a voice like she just don’t care. She got a skirt with a halter top, She’s got a dad who never gave a fuck, She drinks a beer with a malted top, She got knocked up in a pickup truck.
But she got engaged when she was nineteen To this dude who was acting insane. Had a .45...
“The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common...”
– Henry Ward Beecher
Reality.
Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.
~Sigmund Freud
Strings.
I was sad and you were lonely, so we made a good pair.
There were things we never needed to say to each other,
because they were said long before the us materialized.
Your brown eyes lit up like mahogany in the sun,
like something clear and lucid and sweet.
It reminded me of the wild air I tasted when
I walked in the woods all day, the brown of your eyes
in the reflections on streams, in...
“She’s smart, she’s a lot of things, and she’s none of your...”
– Grey’s Anatomy 