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| Tuesday, September 25th, 2007 | | 6:15 pm |
Strangles of words: A speech act of poetry. One. Tragedy: the ground, filthy I can't clean what must be dirty Muck, rake, sweep, toil Mountains of clothes and foxes and boxes To my closet, the forest, my coffin. To darkness. Tragedy Two. I'm tortured because nothing tortures me I feel bad that there's nothing to feel bad about The sun is laughing at me The moon is spitting in my face The stars are poking my eyes My tongue is dry. My hair is wet Silence. Three. Fucked up. I fall. I fall again. I can't even get up. This is my epitaph My heart will not be patched Will not. Be patched. Four. I'm bleeding the blue from your eye From the picture on my dashboard My GT is broken, like my heart Twigs scratch and poke at the rash on my frozen soul A slaughtered lamb. A broken hand. Eyes no longer blue I close them I drive. | | Saturday, February 10th, 2007 | | 1:05 pm |
on conor oberst:
you know you've hit rock bottom when your most uplifting song is about deciding not to commit suicide. bright eyes. march 30, 20h. café de la danse (upon closer inspection, it's brown) | | Tuesday, November 28th, 2006 | | 12:25 pm |
| | Friday, November 10th, 2006 | | 9:21 am |
(sandwiches!)
Flaubert – Voyage en Italie Saint-Mandrier. L’économe–le prévôt–jardin ; citerne avec son écho. Promenade dans la rade–la mer était bien bleue, le vent gonflait la voile et l’eau murmurait aux flancs du canot–l’eau de la même mer, avec le même bruit qui murmurait à la proue de la galère de Cléopâtre ou de Néron. L’immobilité de la Méditerranée semble la rendre éternelle et toujours jeune–si Homère revenait, il reverrait le soleil aussi chaud sur les golfes aussi doux.–L’Océan est plus dans notre nature : il y a la différence du romantique au classique, plus large, mais moins beau peut-être.–Lamalgue – habitation de poète. Les roses dans le jardin–le petit singe. Je ne sais jamais si c’est moi qui regarde le singe ou si c’est me singe qui me regarde.–Les singes sont mes aïeux. J’ai rêvé (il y a environ trois semaines) que j’étais dans une grande forêt toute remplie de singes. Me mère se promenait avec moi. Plus nous avancions, plus il en venait–il y en avait dans les branches qui riaient et sautaient. Il en venait beaucoup dans notre chemin, et de plus en plus grands, de plus en plus nombreux–ils me regardaient tous–j’ai fini par avoir peur. Ils nous entouraient comme dans un cercle–un a voulu me caresser et m’a pris la main, je lui ai tiré un coup de fusil à l’épaule et je l’ai fait saigner : il a poussé des hurlements affreux. Ma mère m’a dit alors : « Pourquoi le blesses-tu, ton ami, qu’est-ce qu’il t’as fait ? Ne vois-tu pas qu’il t’aime ? Comme il te ressemble ! » Et le singe me regardait ; cela m’a déchiré l’âme et je me suis réveillé… me sentant de la même nature que les animaux et fraternisant avec eux d’une communion toute panthéistique et tendre. Flaubert – Voyage in Italy Saint Mandrier. The steward–the provost–garden; the cistern and its echo. Sailing in the harbor–the sea was quite blue, the wind filling the sail and the water murmuring at the sides of the launch–water of the same sea, making the same noise that babbled at the prows of galleys carrying Cleopatra and Nero. The stillness of the Mediterranean makes it seem eternal and everyoung–If Homer returned, he’d see the sun just as hot on bays just as mild.–The ocean is more to our nature: it’s the difference between romantic and classic, wider, but perhaps less beautiful.–Lamalgue–home of poets. Roses in the garden. The little monkey. I’m never sure if I’m watching the monkey or if he’s watching me.–Monkeys are my forebears. I dreamed (about three weeks ago) that I was in a great forest full of monkeys. My mother was walking with me. The further we went in, the more monkeys came.–They were in the branches laughing and jumping. Many came into our path, bigger and bigger, more and more–they were all looking at me–I became frightened. They encircled us–one wanted to caress me and took my hand, I shot him in the shoulder and he started to bleed: he howled awfully. My mother said “why would you hurt your friend, what did he do to you? Can’t you see that he loves you? How he looks like you!” The monkey was watching me; it broke my heart and I woke up… feeling that I was of the same nature as all animals and in fraternity with them in a pantheistic and tender communion. | | Tuesday, September 5th, 2006 | | 2:43 pm |
(watch out [look up!])
the books leave me empty-headed and thirsting to talk (there is a combination of speed and patience) | | Friday, June 30th, 2006 | | 8:57 am |
| | Tuesday, June 20th, 2006 | | 12:00 am |
where it's at
At lunchtime, Hal Incandenza was lying on his bunk in bright sunlight through the window with his hands laced over his chest, and Jim Troeltsch poked his head in and asked Hal what he was doing, and Hal told him photosynthesizing and then didn't say anything else until Troeltsch went away.
Then, 41 breaths later, Michael Pemulis stuck his head in where Troeltsch's had been.
'Did you eat yet?'
Hal made his stomach bulge up and patted it, still looking at the ceiling. 'The beast has killed and gorged and now lies in the shade of the Baobab tree.'
'Gotcha.'
'Surveying his local pride.'
'I gotcha.'
Over 200 breaths later, John ('N.R.') Wayne opened up the ajar door a little more and put his whole head in and stayed like that, with just his head in. He didn't say anything and Hal didn't say anything, and they stayed like that for a while, and then Wayne's head smoothly withdrew'
(p.560) | | Thursday, June 1st, 2006 | | 3:56 pm |
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| | Friday, May 19th, 2006 | | 1:24 pm |
Manly times à la Wysor
My dad uses ‘zephyr’ and ‘diaphanous’ in context in the same sentence, followed by ‘interstices’ in the next. We’re painting deck furniture. Half an hour after eggs and toast he suggests walking to the cheese shanty for a sandwich. Of course I’m hungry. | | Wednesday, May 10th, 2006 | | 11:56 pm |
my mother was very shocked to find that fuck was included in the scrabble dictionary, appalled when i asked if cunt was, some other verb entirely when she found that cunt too is defined, and accepted, by the scrabble powers. | | 11:55 pm |
miles (by car, this semester [depuis 1/6?]): 4899.2 waypoints include sandusky, northampton, lancaster, boston, middletown, vienna, etc. miles (by foot, running, since spring break [3/21]): 176.9 (nb: running comprises roughly 3.5% of TOFD [total official travel distance]) dollars (in change, accumulated in my chinese pumpkin bank over the course of the academic year): 34.19 149 pennies, 36 nickles, 59 dimes, 96 quarters, 1 susan b. anthony silver dollar (other currency includes 16 pop tabs, 1 indian rupee, 41 euro cents, 46 english pence and 10 swiss centimes) | | Sunday, April 16th, 2006 | | 7:50 am |
i woke up at 5:40 today...again (??) | | Tuesday, April 11th, 2006 | | 11:14 am |
| | Friday, April 7th, 2006 | | 12:19 pm |
paid vacations for the unemployed
Citroën, Renault, Peugeotle rêve d'un accident de voiture Vince drives on the left, and i'm not insistent (enough that he doesn't, even though it's my car) and we fly over (the edge of the road, then over) the highway and i relax, being somewhat impressed that i can (cause you're supposed to), before impact. the front descends faster than the rear. at impact, i find myself in a bright dorm room and i'm floaty (because of the anti-gravity of falling). i find a pillow to sheild myself and survive the crash, just a bit bloody (on the face and hands, nostrils). some girl starts kissing me, but i'm leaving, ascending a square staircase, going to the bathroom, the shower, to get clean. (i'm not agitated when I awake)
i'm getting back in my car (and by car i mean bed) for the afternoon.
(people started saying the craziest things as I slid off to sleep in math) | | Thursday, March 9th, 2006 | | 10:00 am |
playlist!
in some order (but i didnt try that hard...) here are the songs i'm currently working with 1. 困兽之斗 — 周杰伦 2. Disconnect The Dots — Of Montreal 3. Bonds Of Sea & Fire — 光田康典 4. Blame It On The Tetons — Modest Mouse 5. King's Crossing — Elliott Smith 6. Possibly Maybe — Björk 7. Crooked Teeth — Death Cab for Cutie 8. What I'm Trying To Say — Stars 9. Calculation Theme — Metric 10.Lion's Mane — Iron & Wine 11.Rapture Rapes The Muses — Of Montreal 12.Julie With ... — Brian Eno 13.Say Hello to the Angels — Interpol 14.The Book Of Right-On — Joanna Newsom 15.Upward Over the Mountain — Iron & Wine 16.The Police and the Private — Metric | | Sunday, February 19th, 2006 | | 10:50 pm |
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| | Monday, January 30th, 2006 | | 5:51 pm |
oh schnader, how classy you are
Bagel Breakfast will be cancelled tomorrow in Schnader Hall due to the actions of a few residents this past weekend who saw it fit to urinate in the Japanese fountain that was put in the Dollhouse over break. |
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