August 2011
3 posts
Habit
It’s forceful at first, pulsing among the young. We can see no difference between painted children and the darker ones, save the smoking and the elided syllables of names. North of Missoula, a herd finds the sacred place, guarded by shrouds. Further along, on the other side is where they’re taken. “This is when I lose you.” It’s all that can be said. The...
July 2010
1 post
March 2010
1 post
IN THE EASY LEAN
It creeps into the vacant place, where the shroud is magnified a hundred times before it is woven. Larger than an atom, smaller than a pizza pie. Inscribed, policed, verboten I am strange at first sight, Given time I could upset the apple cart or see myself in everything: the porcelain crater, the diving elk We put these pieces together as if they were an aspect of a larger whole, or a...
January 2010
1 post
November 2009
3 posts
October 2009
2 posts
Already I’m homesick and I miss you extremely. It’s amazing how another person can learn to love and trust and depend on another person so completely and hardly be aware of what’s going on until the other person isn’t there anymore. Now I know.
Those whom heaven helps we call the sons of heaven. They do not learn this by learning. They do not work it by working. They do not reason it by using reason. To let understanding stop at what cannot be understood is a high attainment. Those who cannot do it will be destroyed on the lathe of heaven. - Chuang Tse
September 2009
30 posts
Waiting in lines gives one an opportunity to practice patience. - John Cage
Everything of which we are conscious has for us a deeper meaning still, a final meaning. And the one and only means of rendering this incomprehensible comprehensible must be a kind of metaphysics which regards everything whatsoever as having significance as a symbol. - Oswald Spengler
Other weird mom-isms.
jgh:
We watched a documentary on Discovery Channel about autistic savant twins named Flo and Kay who are obsessed with Dick Clarke and have to watch “100,000 Pyramid”.
Before the show was even over Mom decided we had to be them.
Now we pretend to be them and call each other Flo and Kay.
This has been going on for two weeks.
I am my mother’s daughter.
Tuning In
magicmolly:
A man next to me drinks Sprite and reads a book called Awakening The Third Eye. He underlines a passage about sexual feelings, as well as a header that reads “You Are What You Eat”. The page is illustrated with an odd object. A tube with antenna. Many sentences seem to begin with, “In the Indian tradition…”
I wonder if I am invading his privacy by flicking my eyes over and looking...
This will be good
magicmolly:
Frank Portman (aka Dr. Frank of Berkeley pop-punk outfit Mr. T Experience, a past favorite of mine) is reading with other writers and musicians at Housing Works tomorrow, Friday September 18, from 8-10 PM.
It costs $5 and is a benefit for Housing Works, which is committed to fighting AIDS and homelessness. A full list of all the performers is here!
Housing Works is at 126 Crosby...
August 2009
16 posts
Into the distance disappear the mounds of human heads. I dwindle - go unoticed now. But in affectionate books, in children’s games, I will rise from the dead to say: the sun! - Osip Mandelstam