February 2012
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Sometimes I get mad that I can’t know everything. That I don’t and won’t. I wish I knew every constellation in the sky, the names of every flower I walk past in the morning, how it sounds next to every booming waterfall. But I don’t. What is that painter or that one? What significance does this piece of architecture have on the modern world? What about the rest? I...
One of those moments...
“Have you seen Kids + Money? It’s about kids and money…”
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“For I have known them all already, known them all—
Have known the...”
– T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
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Bread Loaf 2012
JUST SENT IN MY BREAD LOAF APPLICATION.
I’m only applying for work-study because I’m POOR. OH PLEASE GAH LET ME GET IN. Last year, I was an alternate. I want this more than anything…
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“If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe, then man would only have...”
– Albert Einstein
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After this busy busy week, I’m going to lay in bed and watch a silly movie.
Tomorrow is for work. Tonight is for Bridget Jones.
My head is full of poetry dying to be on a page. I want to talk about the bees…
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“You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so...”
– Jeanette Winterson
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I woke up with yet another song playing in my head that I haven’t heard in years. “Unpretty” - TLC.
Also, I heard thunder this morning during the rain. It was AWESOME.
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I thought if I bugged her, she would come around, & she might still, send her a poem, I say, send her something to think about & she may just throw it on fire at your window.
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I’ve felt like puking all day.
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She crawls to the train and drives herself home.
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“What doesn’t boil down to consciousness and awareness? They are the root...”
– Written in journal, November 14, 2010.
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Idealization
My skin has been crawling, the past week it’s crawling down stair cases, in elevators, while turning my key in a lock, the throttle of looking down a corridor where at the end stands months back, in a fury. Have you ever climbed into the future and zipped its dark fabric around you? Have you ever sat at a red light wondering if you might witness the hurry of one collide with the promptness ...
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January 2012
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I’m so sore from skating yesterday. At one point, I fell forward and planted chest-first into the ice. It was a relief to get out of Fresno, but I’m afraid it’s made me careless about school work this week. Instead, I’m downloading Jewel and reading Anne Sexton instead of Ezra Pound and getting up early to surf the internet.
I want to be unwound. I’ve been thinking...
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Song for a Lady
On the day of breasts and small hips the window pocked with bad rain, rain coming on like a minister, we coupled, so sane and insane. We lay like spoons while the sinister rain dropped like flies on our lips and our glad eyes and our small hips.
“The room is so cold with rain,” you said and you, feminine you, with your flower said novenas to my ankles and elbows. You are a national...
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