| Gems |
[Mar. 28th, 2008|08:42 pm] |
Bone Crusher is one of my all time favorite people on the planet. If you would like to talk role model, watch this video:
Nothing but courage does this man possess.
On the other hand, Busta Rhymes has always been one of those eccentrics that a child and/or aspiring adult could look to for comfort if they happen to live on the fringes of acceptance as you will notice here:
Notice both examples facial expressions throughout their respective videos. I remember watching these two videos one night and laughing and laughing and laughing. I hope I will always remember these two videos/songs; two of my favorite faces in the world. |
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| Seventy Four, Seventy Five |
[Mar. 24th, 2008|01:51 pm] |
I'd like to be an old woman and yell out "duh!" at waitresses when they ask a simple questions.
I would have my entire life behind me.
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| Dirty Nostrils |
[Mar. 22nd, 2008|04:48 pm] |
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raking leaves
deserves a desert
life
build me a boat
builder
and board |
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| Poem |
[Mar. 13th, 2008|05:27 pm] |
Spring
Is budding.
Robins? |
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| Nostalgia |
[Mar. 10th, 2008|06:46 pm] |
We should class ourselves up some.
left to right: Ford Maddox Ford, James Joyce, Ezra Pound, and some attorney the must have needed because of this group's obvious, eventual shenanigans. What do you think they were talking about right before this picture was taken? Look at Ezra Pound. Why is your tie so sloppy Ezra?
I think we'd all be a little better off if we had a little crazy in us too. |
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| Rae Armantrout's Cheshire Poetics (+ poem of the day) |
[Mar. 4th, 2008|06:34 pm] |
"I was drawn to poems that seemed as if they were either going to vanish or explode--in other words, to extremes, to radical poetries."
"I think my poetry involves an equal counterweight of assertion and doubt. It's a Cheshire poetics, one that points two ways then vanishes in the blur of what is seen and what is seeing, what can be known and what it is to know. That double blind. But where was I?"
Why is this tension that appears in a lot of poems I read, poems that I enjoy, so attractive? There is a balancing act that says this is what I am countered by actually, no. Poems that are disjunctive, both formally and cognitively, as well as transitionally from line to line, or stanza to stanza give things excitement. Armantrout sees it as,
"A way to explore the relation of part to whole. This relation is a vexed one. Does the part represent the whole? Is the metaphor fair to the matter it represents?"
Opaque associations may be confusing and even impossible, but they're still inherently connected. A poetry of extremes building up to modesty or fragility, both hot and cold bath water. What does that look like? How do I comprehend a meaning of both everything and nothing at the same instant? What does the water feel like? It is not lukewarm, but boiling and freezing together. Confusion and uncertainty are fun because they are unfamiliar.
"In an optimistic mood, one might see the multiple, optional relations of parts in such work as a kind of anarchic cooperation. Poetry, at least the poetry I value, can reproduce our conflicts and fractures and yet be held together in the ghost embrace of assonance and consonance, in the echoed and echoing body of language (Armantrout, Cheshire Poetics).
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| Peter and the Wolf |
[Mar. 4th, 2008|12:10 pm] |
"Anna Maria, Anna
Maria do ya
remember me?
I'm hoping all is well
You know I've been through some hell
But I'm standing in the clear and finally
Long ago I loved you so much
Nowadays I just don't know much anymore
I can't say what is real
But I lost my telephone somewhere in Arizona
And I wanted you to know the way I feel
(whistling)
Anna
Maria
(humming)"
Dear To Whom It May Concern,
Let's make some songs!
How will we make them?
No matter--make them simple,
make them sad.
Yours,
Geography |
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| My Life |
[Mar. 2nd, 2008|06:24 pm] |
MFA in Creative Writing Programs I am currently looking at:
- Columbia University (New York City)
- Saint Mary's College of California (Moraga, California)
- University of San Francisco
- University of Massachusetts (Amherst)
- The New School (New York City)
- School of the Art Institute of Chicago
- University of Michigan (Ann Arbor, Michigan)
- University of Montana (Missoula, Montana)
The long shot:
- University of Iowa (Iowa City, Iowa)
I've been writing quite a bit lately. I really do think that in order for me to find any sort of contentment and/or happiness in my life this is something I need to pursue.
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| A Taste of My Early Mornings |
[Feb. 26th, 2008|05:08 pm] |
These are the Nights that Beetles love --
From Eminence remote
Drives ponderous perpendicular
His figure intimate
The terror of the Children
The merriment of men
Depositing his Thunder
He hoists abroad again --
A Bomb upon the Ceiling
Is an improving thing --
It keeps the nerves progressive
Conjecture flourishing --
Too dear the Summer evening
Without discreet alarm --
Supplied by Entomology
With its remaining charm --
Such a paradoxical voice of brood and excitement wrapped in a shell of security with one's own insight. Emily Dickinson's voice kills me every time.
My recommendation to those of you who would like to fish out and uncover Emily Dickinson in a way you may have never thought of her, read Susan Howe's My Emily Dickinson.
"A poet is never just a woman or a man. Every poet is salted with fire. A poet is a mirror, a transcriber. Here 'we have salt in ourselves and peace one with the other.'
When Thoreau wrote his Introduction to A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers, he ended by remembering how he had often stood on the banks of the Musketaquid, or Grass-ground River English settlers had re-named Concord. The Concord's current followed the same law in a system of time and all that is known. He liked to watch this current that was for him an emblem of all progress. Weeds under the surface bent gently downstream shaken by watery wind. Chips, sticks, logs, and even tree stems drifted past. There came a day at the end of the summer or the beginning of autumn, when he resolved to launch a boat from shore and let the river carry him.
Emily Dickinson is my emblematical Concord River.
I am heading toward certain discoveries..."
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| Directorial Debut |
[Feb. 13th, 2008|04:31 pm] |
I am currently seeking:
-Actors (no experience necessary nor is it preferred)
-Designers
-Seamstresses
-Lighting, sound, production team
to take part in a series of short plays I am interested in putting on. For more information please apply! Seriously. |
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| Concert Review! |
[Jan. 25th, 2008|01:16 pm] |
Dear Black Hundreds,
1995 Built to Spill called me this morning and they would like you to stop trying to rip them off, or at least start doing a better job of it. They also mentioned that you should give people their four dollars back for your concert. Seriously.
Also, your opening act Levi Brandis writes some pretty "interesting" finger pointin' songs. I think my favorite line was, "as long as there's oil in the Middle East, we will never live in peace." Profound. But next time Levi, if you'd like people to take you seriously, you're going to need to shave that stupid ass looking piece of fur off your chin along with adding at least one other member to your band. A full band sound (playing along with tracks you made in your basement) with only one person on stage while playing your "protest songs" is not only ineffective, but looks self righteous. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 24th, 2006|11:46 pm] |
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Bob Dylan is going to be on tour soon and will be playing in Lincoln on October 25th. I'm going to go see him. I think it will be fun. oh bob-o. |
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| Charles Bukowski said it rather well in this poem: |
[Jun. 8th, 2006|08:21 pm] |
words for you
red dogs in green hell, what is this
divided thing I call
myself?
what message is this I'm offering
here?
it's so easy to slide into
poetic pretension.
almost all art is shot through with
poetic
pretension.
painting
sculpting
the stage
music
what is this foolish
strutting and posturing
we do?
why do we embroider everything we say
with special emphasis
when all we really need to do
is simply say what
needs to be said?
of course
the fact is
that there is very little that needs
to be said.
so we dress up our
little artful musings
and clamor for attention
so that we may appear to be
a bit more
important
or even more
truthful
than the others.
what is this I'm writing
here?
what is this you're
reading here?
is it no worse than the rest?
probably even a little bit
better?
*my livejournal is "friends only" because i am a pretentious fuck* |
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