Surre thang

2011-03-27T19:46:00.001-05:00

The little guy has left... a quiet place.

2011-03-02T07:40:00.002-06:00

Braxton is there. MaHoney too. We will be with them someday.

Thank you, mintern, Maybelle is my aunt. Her son is gone.
I thank you for your comfort for someone you never even met. Thank You.
I fucking agree wholeheartedly my friend.

I love you Aunt Von, I miss you B...be there for your mom
It did. I just have to keep telling myself that

so sorry to hear that but I hope it helped ease your loss.

I totally agree.

I love you
RIP "B"

I'd really like to help
me too
the song of my marriage

2010-12-04T12:26:00.004-06:00

that monday, a storm blew off the coast–

whose thumping anvil-heads glimmered in an orange night,

rain curtained the horizon

the sea raised its hands into chaos: an err of estimation, a miscalculated gravity--

i said, "oh there goes a storm again, off east of us," and it rumbled over the lake

--with a wobbled spin to so varied orbiting moons,

now set in spiral outside distant stars,

curled around each other among the sharp tongues of one november storm,

and again. and again.

a pile, rough and withering next. so strange. thump

thump

2010-11-09T15:04:00.000-06:00

crinklin paper, seran

or plastic: silent bunching

ready-snap wires or cords

alive in a memory

alive, aware

future as past

premonition as memory

light dims over the lake

life fades from view

then windstorm: in the sky a V

in the streets, children

Mark 9:21-22

2010-08-03T17:15:00.001-05:00

²¹And he asked his father, How long is it ago since this came unto him? And he said, Of a child.

²²And ofttimes it hath cast him into the fire, and into the waters, to destroy him: but if thou canst do any thing, have compassion on us, and help us.

2010-06-17T23:31:00.001-05:00

Things are different now.

The Story of Jesus and the Bird On Top

2010-06-09T09:04:00.002-05:00

The bird on top is brown and big. It glides from one fence post to the next. It sees the next fence post then opens its wings and kicks off with its legs. The bird scoops its legs under itself and brings them up and lands on the post. A woman watches the bird from a window across the street. She brings her hand to her mouth and catches something trying to come out. She swallows. The bird glides from one fence post to the next. There is very little fence between posts. The woman in the window gasps. Jesus on the cross gasps.

When the woman in the window was young she was best friends with Jesus on the cross. She brought her school bag with her to visit and tied ribbons into Jesus's hair, painted his toenails different colors. The brown bird made a nest in a hollow of the cross near the top. Part of the nest is made from Jesus's hair and the girl's ribbons. The girl would always try to sell imaginary lemonade to Jesus. Jesus would look up, and then down and his eyes would bunch up and he would cry. The girl would cry and drop the cups and spill imaginary lemonade into the warm grass. At some point the girl stopped bringing things to Jesus. Blood came out of everything. A million little brown birds rocket out of the hollow.

Planets Orbiting Death

2010-05-27T01:18:00.000-05:00

planets orbiting death, the drain-swirled particles.
black specks suspended in saliva and swallowed. bits of lead. Mercury

g ross / optimism

2010-05-24T10:59:00.001-05:00

g ross
optimism
some kinda curdled hope
their desperation is now ours
our sadness
dark archery
silent targets that move
and teleport
high, low, left, gone
big, small, imaginary

Open the family album

2010-04-08T00:20:00.002-05:00

has an updated look. Easier to read. Not annoying. Still free. Read here.

Overhead:

2010-01-27T22:29:00.001-06:00

Overhead:
the incubi

2010-01-26T09:24:00.002-06:00

Shotkey whisks

New year

2010-01-07T21:36:00.004-06:00

new year
story told
quarter second
small movements
looking at the train
holding up curtains
backs to each other
warm amber light
cold kitchen
rumble

The Story of Jesus and the Bird On Top

2009-12-30T20:01:00.003-06:00

Part 1
Part 2

2009-12-04T01:00:00.001-06:00

DMNSHD WRDS

Pinch Pinch Press

2009-12-01T08:41:00.002-06:00

I'm in Pinch Pinch Press's "Barnaby Jones #2." They say something about reprints soon. I think the cost is $5, but I haven't seen the issue offered online yet.

Illusion

2009-10-12T03:57:00.006-05:00

it called itself without illusion
swollen or important
or leaves tickled in wind
out there
so breath whole with a gust from everywhere
still so tiny
forever small

Belly

2009-07-09T09:26:00.002-05:00

cheap restaurant napkin
allowed folds dozens in layers
glowd morn on lip
hangs clouds belly slith'ring rolls
clear light on or out, millions

Right now

2009-06-19T12:30:00.001-05:00

da plants be real purple lush evergreen out ta window
now wid da pulsin stome busting o'head dem breathing

2009-05-28T02:25:00.001-05:00

OLD
GROWTH

2009-05-27T16:01:00.000-05:00

THUNDER
ROCK

wants

2009-05-05T23:01:00.003-05:00

i want people to send their resumes
and requests for recommendations to me
to faintly smell the wisps of hidden desperation
and the stink of feigned confidence in cover letters
to imagine the money these people
wish they were getting beneath me
to imagine me glancing over their petty papers
with vague attention
words here or there
hoping for some kind of impression

Sponge. Octopus. Poop.

2009-05-05T17:11:00.003-05:00

Sponge. Octopus. Poop.

Pale blue dot

2009-05-01T01:51:00.001-05:00

Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

- Carl Sagan

zburning tornado holds tommy guns

2009-04-22T03:30:00.006-05:00

zburning tornado holds tommy guns n n acid axe
you n me n dna on a pump car
where da oil? where can you take me
rigo-mo-tortoise clicks the corpse upright
i want to see the first new water collect
out the bone dry ground fade up/out
uhthe crack tooth sun dirt
tree leaves point me that way n say
no go that way and point that way
n then another n another wavn green
church pamphlets in sweat looeasyanna blood barn
all denture a clickn shot glass slamd down drippy
bloodyd on the tangld bank
known in da garden

Nice quote

2009-04-08T13:52:00.003-05:00

When you can't bear something but it goes on anyway, the person who survives isn't you anymore; you've changed and become someone else, a new person, the one who did bear it after all.

from Soon I Will Be Invincible by Austin Grossman

Meta thunk

2009-04-06T22:45:00.002-05:00

Ryan Manning and I fought to our metaphysical deaths.

& I could use good news.

and/or a job that allows me to start saving.

each life its own tangle

2009-03-25T16:10:00.004-05:00

each life its own tangle
caught knotted round
with every other one
that twisted mother scrambled
up her twisted son

Where the Wild Things Are

2009-03-23T16:24:00.001-05:00

Untitled at Dogmatika

2009-03-18T15:59:00.001-05:00

You can read a short poem I wrote at Dogmatika.

Where the Wild Things Are

2009-03-18T15:47:00.003-05:00

i read recently that roughly

2009-03-17T02:20:00.004-05:00

i read recently that roughly
every hundred years the day is
three milliseconds longer and that
when dinosaurs were still alive
they had 23 hours to eat, shit, fuck, kill, and die
someday far away from now
after the universe keeps expanding
faster time will stand still and
we will freeze: creatures
dependent on time for function
i read this

The Book of Disquiet: 390 & 391

2009-03-16T16:09:00.005-05:00

According to my bookmark... I guess I've been trying to hack my way through Pessoa's The Book of Disquiet for a year now. I might never have been so conflicted over an author. This might have something to do with the book being translated from Pessoa's original Portuguese... I might have a bias against translated works. I agree with him as often as I disagree. I enjoy his work (almost) as often as I find it incredibly pretentious and boring.

In item 390 in The Book of Disquiet (each excerpt or thought is numbered and they rarely refer or relate to each other, as far as I'm aware), Pessoa only has one sentence to share.

To know how to be superstitious is still one of the arts which, developed to perfection, distinguishes the superior man.

I don't know entirely if he condones superstition (which I don't), or condones knowing why people are superstitious. The true meaning may be lost in translation... I'm not sure right now.

In the very next item, number 391 (a much lengthier piece), he delves into ideas much more in line with my own.

Ever since I've been using my idle moments to observe and meditate, I've noticed that people don't agree or know the truth about anything that's of real importance in life or that would be useful for living it. The most exact science is mathematics, which lives in the cloister of its own laws and rules; when applied, yes, it elucidates other sciences, but it can elucidate only what they discover - it cannot help in the discovery. In the other sciences, the only sure and accepted facts are those that don't matter for life's supreme ends. Physics knows the expansion coefficient for iron, but it doesn't know the true mechanics of the world's composition.

(Something that may be unknowable to an organ as simple as the human mind.)

And the more we advance in what we'd like to know, the more we fall behind in what we do know.

Yes: the hydra of research science.

Metaphysics would seem to be the supreme guide, since it alone is concerned with ultimate truth and life's supreme ends, but it isn't even a scientific theory, just a pile of bricks that these or those hands form into awkward houses with no mortar holding them together.

Philosophers and (legitimate) religious founders (religions, universally it seems, tend to lose their intellectual/philosophical value from generation to generation, culminating in the form of militant followers and people unwilling to back up debate with reasoned thought) are the "brick pilers."

I've also noticed that the only difference between humans and animals is the way they deceive themselves and remain ignorant about the life they live. Animals don't know what they do: they're born, they grow up, they live and they die without thought, reflection or a real future.

Roughly true, it seems, thought I don't think it should be seen as a simply black and white statement: that humans are conscious of themselves, other organisms are not. It may be the case, but it's difficult to really tell for sure.

And how many men live differently from animals? We all sleep, and the only difference is in what we dream, and in the degree and quality of our dreaming. Perhaps death will awaken us, but we can't even be sure of that unless it's by faith (for which believing is having), by hope (for which wanting is possessing), or by charity (for which giving is receiving).

True: no one has ever come back from being truly dead, therefore I think the best evidence for what death will be like is what it was like before birth. We have all not existed before. Finally, to top off a fantastic entry:

It's raining on this cold and sad winter afternoon as if it had been raining, just as monotonously, since the first page of the world. It's raining, and as if the rain had made them hunch forward, my feelings lower their stupid gaze to the ground, where water flows and nourishes nothing, washes nothing, cheers up nothing. It's raining, and I suddenly feel the terrible weight of being an animal that doesn't know what it is, dreaming its thought and emotion, withdrawn into a spatial region of being as into a hovel, satisfied by a little heat as by an eternal truth.

The Nightmare people smell it

2009-03-13T05:48:00.003-05:00

The Nightmare people smell it. It's so stinking thick.

2009-03-11T05:12:00.002-05:00

"...everything what I think. Everything what I feel."

2009-03-02T03:36:00.001-06:00

a freight train i see on a flat panel screen

History will hunt you down

2009-02-28T12:04:00.000-06:00

they didn't really know what he was talking about at times, they were reacting to his inflection most of the time. And at one point Cornel West screamed, "HISTORY WILL HUNT YOU DOWN!" Referencing the economic depression and shit eventually happens no matter how awesome you think you are. And the woman was like, "Amen."

from noah-cicero.blogspot.com

head things

2009-02-25T02:51:00.005-06:00

vary flat cardboard boxes
size all over far colored
in a narrow space as mismatched
play cards what peel
out the cracks through
my brain almost flat almost 2d
pile up till we toss em out

Patience is the only thing I ever do I'm proud of

2009-02-18T02:11:00.006-06:00

Right now is about having a fireplace I can't put wood in. There's a thin tight coil that runs taught across where fire goes that glows volcano red when a current runs through. It has that smell when I hit the switch that tells me it doesn't work right and it sort of moans the way audio cassettes do when they're ready to snap off. That noise is also my bed when I roll out of it at 2:30 in the afternoon which'd put me on the un-vacuumed floor that is swamped with nice clothes that've been flattening for months on top of books I begin and forget. At 3:30 my face is greasing up the computer screen, I lean back. By 4:00 I'm back in and distracted doing things with digital razors and tape that used to get cool peoples' hands real dirty and a little sliced up. Patience is the only thing I ever do I'm proud of. By 2:30 in the morning I'm trying to get paid, writing things like this and getting worse at pretending to want to reply at real people. I have an arm that grows back.

the the the the the the the the

2009-02-16T02:45:00.005-06:00

the monster is flat
the forest is all around us
there is nothing on the planet
beside the forest or
the monster all around us
when we're dead we are
in the monster and then
in the forest
which surrounds the monster
a man and his jungle
helpess in drink

2009-02-13T01:36:00.002-06:00

if i write
"
a monster in the dark forest
"
what
do you see

2009-02-09T03:23:00.002-06:00

someone made me a wikipedia page / on it is one of those death sections / in which it says / not dead yet

2009-02-09T02:23:00.002-06:00

under old cords which
are heavy cuz dust
an apology for using
gratuitous adjectives

2009-02-04T02:20:00.002-06:00

the bizarre carnival tells us the adherent rolls out of its pattern

2009-02-04T01:24:00.003-06:00

it's morning low
before earths turn
around our sun
which licks, slowly,
everything visible
the top to a cage
in a zoo blows open
& all in fly out

2009-02-01T17:21:00.003-06:00

our economy and the world has entered
a mastodon market
no gold no credit all my money
invested in viles of blood
in a new war
we'll drain the dead

2009-01-28T01:14:00.005-06:00

the king with 1000
fingers spins in darkness

2009-01-20T15:16:00.000-06:00

almirante neito hangs in place

2009-01-15T16:00:00.005-06:00

both far east and far west
left
our collection of hair
from the drain stuck
to tape in pages while
a grenade rests in pieces
it's the glow over the world
it filled spaces in canyons
each surgeon of death
on the sun and
asleep across the city

Heart Attack Bid 2

2009-01-12T16:34:00.003-06:00

from the desk there's a hall for hundreds of feet. where nothing moves in the regular unnoticeable flicker. from lights that hang over cashiers.

Silencio just came on

2009-01-08T16:43:00.001-06:00

I went back and looked at this post from last year and tried not to laugh too loudly, ya see, because I'm at work right now.

Heart Attack Bid 2

2009-01-07T16:47:00.002-06:00

Religulous

2009-01-06T16:18:00.006-06:00

The entire film was (likely pirated) on Google video and I managed to get the chance to watch it. The video is down now, but I recommend it. It's not fantastic, but it reiterates some important arguments in an entertaining way.

This is the end of the movie:

Edit: if these sorts of movies are your thing, and you'd like to see something with a little more substance and shorter, I recommend The God Who Wasn't There. It's only an hour and has a greater tendency to be more academic about this subject.

jan 4 09

2009-01-04T11:19:00.005-06:00

it'd be great to make news
to make money
if cnn had to pay to sell
my stories

CLove

2009-01-04T09:54:00.003-06:00

so Curtiss is Kelly Ipa Ripa
i didnt take her for a soho gal
16 spring? 76 crosby?
endless arkansas properties?

dec 28 08

2008-12-28T19:59:00.001-06:00

the cat

is not

at the house

gold blown mercy

2008-12-16T22:12:00.005-06:00

gold blown mercy
gold with silver sliced
thin so small it crawls
as liquid while
limited so death sucks
down all my mind into
the dark plumbing
soaked thick into
the soil in earth
where glory isn't
where winter scribbles
lonely truths

shame

2008-12-01T00:10:00.006-06:00

life is shame
walks
nursery is built
bedroom burns
dick jokes at
a baptism
pestilence
time
gold
seriously

mammoth

2008-11-23T16:05:00.006-06:00

bring back the woolly mammoth
the car of the future
this creature
it'll be ours
the promise of hover mammoths
with mothra
mother of airplanes

Where the Wild Things Are

2008-11-19T02:59:00.008-06:00

There is a very long interview with Spike Jonze and Eric Zumbrunnen here about a movie they have been working on called Where the Wild Things Are. This could be very good because I think Spike Jonze can be trusted with material as sensitive as this, there is almost no CGI, and there is no green screen. The film's majority is shot on location in Melbourne. All of the wild things are costumes/puppets. The faces will be animated using computers, but this work will be done by the people who animated the baby in Children of Men, which successfully fooled me. Some test footage was leaked a while ago. The costume and the actor in the video is only a test, and not representitive of how the actual finished film will look, but I love it nevertheless.

This is closer to how it will look:
picture 1
picture 2

this year snow

2008-11-17T02:39:00.003-06:00

this year snow
moved through
three lights
by an empty pool
where i swam twice
so recently
in its cold water

Response to threats of damnation in Britain

2008-10-22T14:28:00.005-05:00

There are plans to get the message – "There's probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life" – put on buses across Britain as well as on Tube trains in the capital. Link

Can't help but get the feeling these buses would be more likely attacked than others.

Also, it seems probable that the message will have the reverse effect it intends. Many people I've come across, when given a choice to either deal with the fundamental question of how they should view their life from a god/no god point of view, will choose to either not think about, to be content with not thinking about it, or will (like I did after more than a decade in the Catholic Church) resort to fear-based thoughts and retreat all-the-more happily to the comfort of religion.

my left everything

2008-10-13T02:21:00.007-05:00

when i woke up earlier it was
in stages or phases, slowly
shifts of am i asleep to am i awake?
am i dreaming? only without questions
my left everything
when next i slept above
every again awake to worry
i jump down and next nest near to the wall
where you drip out all your sleep into
bedsheets and can't lay there anymore

New / temporary rules

2008-10-10T03:06:00.010-05:00

no capitals
no gratuitous punctuation
limit adjectives
limit "the"
limit "just"
no "like"
sparse similes
two "ing" words at most
no gratuitous line breaks

I am implementing these rules because I am not depressed, and I really only write when I am, and I can't control when I am, etc. A couple poems trying to use these rules are a couple posts below. The one about my dog and the other one about a black girl I saw. I I I I. I use "I" too much, too. ***** I think I'm going deaf, or everyone and everything is either too quiet or too loud. Mumbling.

I just thought about drawing a picture of my bed with pillow arms hugging me.

GOSH. I am feeling the top of my skull through my hair skin and whatever other fleshes are there and jeez it's hard. It feels like nothing else. I think I could hurt someone by hitting it against their softer parts.

*noises and the background sound of football*

Lake Eerie

2008-10-08T18:29:00.002-05:00

"Trailer a"

Southern hemisphere map-of-the-world

2008-10-03T02:03:00.001-05:00

I could go for a map like this for my wall. It makes the planet look heavier, it makes the 'more common' map seem like the continents are dripping. It's really, really disorienting... which is probably why I like looking at it and trying to make it right in my head.

sometime in spring maybe, black girl in her winter coat

2008-10-03T01:31:00.008-05:00

sometime in spring maybe

in all of two days exploding
out of the surrounding trees
different species-white cottony
puffs that float all day
around a camera and a happy dog
the sorta day or moment that
has no precursor or
immediate epilogue
it's a few minutes whipped
around midair
-
black girl in her winter coat

seeing a black girl in her scarf
coat and hat wave her hand
dismissively turn her head then body
made my back and shoulders
suddenly cold

No Posit Vol. 3, plus

2008-09-29T02:32:00.003-05:00

Peruse.

Audible but indiscernable, the t.v. in the gym, the fuzz of the a.c, the deep thrum of the world behind that. Two dudes play pool, one black the other south pacific, maybe. The black one leans his cue against the table and leans against the table. The south pacific one see-saws his cue and talks quietly on his cell phone, then prepares for his next shot. It sounds like he didn't do well. They talk quietly and takes shots irregularly. The black one lazily pushes the balls around the table when the south pacific one goes, I think, to check on his laundry. Two black girls come to play pool on the second table. The black one and the south pacific one (laundry in a stack in his arm) leave.

PLEH, part 1 through part 4, part 6

2008-09-24T06:30:00.010-05:00

As blimps, as many times before, gloating overhead and silent, a patch tethered to a thunderhead. Which hits at a patch. Noises like the flaring nostrils of molasses horses.

Stranded at work. Doomed with you.
-
Ever waited for something while finding it utterly impossible to imagine its occurence? That wasn't actually a question. Sorry. The wait only lingers infinitely in my head. The reality of it is improbable.
-
Jenia. Wake up! Unless you are dead which would mean, of course, that you cannot wake up. You're gone. Gone gone. I'll miss you, Jenia. Your head deflated in a pond of blood and bone. Your face blown out aghast in a wall.

ballast

2008-09-21T21:41:00.004-05:00

That's me right now

2008-09-17T04:25:00.004-05:00

I'm bored maybe once a year. That's me right now. Bored and antsy.. I don't feel like doing anything that's available to me right now. Go to bed. The moon moves overhead. What time of day is it, really. Setting behind a doorframe. My internal clock is screwy. These days time goes by very quickly, so it feels. It was August a week ago. Tomorrow is November. Italy was a month ago. Time's not fast, it's meaningless.

Three more hours

2008-09-09T08:14:00.009-05:00

I have three more hours left at work. Here's an excerpt from a book I'm reading that I like so far, but that is a lot more depressing than I thought it would be:

One thing or another in our lives hadn't worked out, and for a long period of time we struggled to overcome it. We took showers sitting down and couldn't get out of bed on weekends. Finally we consulted HR about the details of seeing a specialist, and the specialist prescribed medication. Marcia Dwyer was on Prozac. Jim Jackers was on Zoloft and something else. Dozens of others took pills all day long, which we struggled to identify, there were so many of them, in so many different colors and sizes. Janine Gorjanc was on a cocktail of several meds, including lithium. After Jessica's death, Janine and her husband, Frank, divorced. We understood divorce to be a common repercussion of the death of a child. There was no bitterness between them, just a parting of ways. Now they each lived alone with their memories.

I don't know how to describe what I'm feeling right now, which I've been feeling for the past however many months. Something to do with jobs and money. Of course.
Writing "jobs and money" just made me feel more strongly this way.

1/10 an eye, 1/1000

2008-09-03T04:25:00.002-05:00

Light-sensitive patches in old, tiny skin
half of an eyeball, half of an ear,
1/10 an eye, 1/1000
the sharp notes of my shit:
an overture to a heavy dump
a blast of timpani, cradled
wet
4 for thirst then 4 then 4
then 4 then 3
3 for thirst
then 0

I - at some point - want

2008-09-01T01:44:00.006-05:00

I see the news or Noah Cicero writing for some reason and no matter what it is i'm watching or reading I - at some point - want to sink onto the floor and sorta shake. I can't adequately say how fucked this country is, probably. And then I read about denominationalists and stupid white women.

-also-

My ma sent me a small box roughly 5" by 5" by 2". It was packed with fresh meat, and the meat had swollen or grown since she'd wrapped it up. I think, maybe, it still had blood coming out of it but not enough to soak through the cardboard. Ma, you crazy but thanks.

D'accord. like a good shit.

2008-08-28T08:17:00.002-05:00

D'accord. like a good shit.

vacuous

2008-08-25T16:42:00.002-05:00

vacuous

What's the story?

2008-08-25T15:54:00.000-05:00

What's the story?

I work a lot but i don't get paid

2008-08-18T20:36:00.005-05:00

I work a lot but i don't get paid
but i like the work i do. i will re-start a job i quit over a year ago. I need the money.
Is that a step back? I need the money, so it doesn't matter after that.

Hey.
Ryan Manning. The asian Carol Channing.

2008-08-14T12:43:00.000-05:00

Whatta dumb planet.

2008-06-28T12:35:00.001-05:00

I'm uploading, downloading, and importing all at once.

This is to update this page.

Paperwall, Open the family album, I Hope This Goes Well

2008-06-16T16:19:00.020-05:00

'A blonde girl' is 1 of 3 poems published in Paperwall's tenth issue.

You can still open the family album for the foreseeable future.

"I Hope This Goes Well" is a very cheap 42 page book. It has 42 poems in it. The entire books costs exactly $6 for a paperback copy, or exactly 50¢ for a pdf download. That's about 15¢ per poem for physical copies and 1.2¢ per poem for downloaded copies.

Preview
Buy

Thanks.
Surre thang.

Photoset 3

2008-06-10T13:24:00.000-05:00

unwillingness–

2008-06-09T22:24:00.001-05:00

unwillingness–
extraterrestrials scattering
terrified.
screaming with tiny arms.
a cloudless sky.
moaning mountains.
wind in trees.
shrieks echoed
in the late night.
positions unidentified.
an outcrop of stones
resembling the haunches
of stampeding horses

one must pounce when the chance is there-

2008-06-06T14:10:00.002-05:00

One must pounce
when the chance is there-
the idea of
accidental happiness?
what about the idea of
spilled cherries, blankets
of fallen peapods on the ground?
the condensation from
a holy cup? paper clothing?
a flash of lightning at six a.m.
in the shape of a rocking chair?

We're not much more than the blood cells keeping us alive.

2008-06-05T02:17:00.000-05:00

We're not much more than the blood cells keeping us alive.

We've sensed it. We've seen the signs.

2008-06-04T22:30:00.004-05:00

M. Night Shyamalan, to me, seems like a very
wasteful person... spending good film and money
on ideas which sound okay but turn out dumb
over, over and over again.

M. Night Shyamalan
M. Night. M. Night Shyamalan
M. Night Shyamalan

Congrats on your 'first R-rated film.......'

snap snap

Open the family album.

2008-05-28T18:00:00.002-05:00

here

2008-05-27T11:43:00.004-05:00

2008-05-22T14:17:00.006-05:00

This blog has been officially named the Quietest Blog On the Web™ by the Internet Quality Control Bureau. Everyone must speak in whispers while this site is open. Please remove your shoes. You may play music but only through headphones. Please respect each other's privacy and right to a quiet atmosphere. Thank you very much.
Thank you very much.
Surre thang.

We at Surre Thang will soon, sadly, ask you to please OPEN THE FAMILY ALBUM. (as if there's something to see inside there)

and, if you might want, we will print and form something that you might want to give 50 cents for. Or less.

photoset 2

2008-05-21T10:24:00.001-05:00

photoset 1

2008-05-19T15:33:00.002-05:00

Something else to look at for a while.

2008-05-02T01:20:00.005-05:00

Keep your browser pointed towards Lost Poems. I really enjoy the only thing posted so far. Hopefully Grace adds more soon.

sawdust and ash mixed

2008-04-21T01:03:00.004-05:00

sawdust and ash mixed
stepping in sand, the curve
of my feet, the curve of my g,
rolling in the pile.
the curve of my feet with
lightning solidified down
deep into the ground throughout

a memory, from childhood, a real memory

2008-04-19T04:30:00.007-05:00

do either of you remember
that day
when, pointed, we found
those flat glass blue beads,
buried in mud
beside the driveway;
surrounded by grass that
sometimes
a wooden fence
swung over
'cuz men riding
lawn mowers
glided past?
we found flat glass blue beads
as if they'd been there
for i don't know.
do either of you know
how they got there?
was it grandma pat?
was it papa?

Celebrity Death Watch: Demi Moore

2008-04-17T05:31:00.008-05:00

J.J. has written about this video here.

Pink in the sink has updated.
He Goes On All Fours has updated.

I feel like I shouldn't use YouTube. There're other sites I could use.

"Autolysis" at Six Sentences

2008-04-15T13:56:00.004-05:00

I've written something called "Autolysis" and it appears at Six Sentences.

Six Sentences has also released its first volume, but I don't know if "Autolysis" is included. If it is, it might be on one of the last pages.

2008-04-09T01:24:00.002-05:00

i look for remixes of hyper-ballad
then i look at google images of quarries
and i feel like a wreck and nothing

Humans starving, humans eating too much, humans dying

2008-04-06T19:21:00.006-05:00

Tao Lin linked to Melville Publishing about Stuffed & Starved, a newly published book by Raj Patel regarding the "800 million starving" and the "1 billion overweight." I think that this whole notion of over-and-under-weight is all a matter of natural selection. The starving die of starvation and the overweight will likely die of complications due to their overweight-ness. Unfortunately, humans have evolved in such a way that we can escape the laws of Darwinism in many cases. The starving don't die quickly enough and neither do the overweight. They multiply before they die, unlike our "less conscious" more "animal" counterparts in the wild.

I've written two paragraphs with allegories for my thoughts on this. I wrote the first one first, and then thought that it didn't really encompass my view of nature. Nature is not always in balance and is almost all of the time completely chaotic and violent and bloody. So both paragraphs are different but, I feel, valid.

a) I remember in grade school being taught with a simple 2d computer animation of cabbage being eaten by hopping rabbits. The rabbits would grow bountiful and, therefore, the cabbage would grow scarce. With less food to eat, the rabbits would starve to death. With fewer rabbits, the cabbage would again grow plentiful and, likewise, the rabbits would multiply with the bounty of food. Included in this illustration were coyotes eating the rabbits. Accompanying the scarceness of rabbits, the coyotes would, in turn, grow scarce until the cabbage population grew, causing the rabbit population to grow.

b) I remember in grade school being taught with a simple 2d computer animation of cabbage being eaten by hopping rabbits and the rabbits being eaten by running coyote. Without the coyote, the rabbits would grow too numerous and the amount of cabbage would dwindle to nothing. The coyote needs to eat the rabbit in order for there to be enough cabbage to survive for the surviving rabbits to eat. Likewise, there needs to be enough cabbage and rabbits in order to feed the coyote population and also keep the supply of copulating rabbits in existence.

I feel like there is little hope of escaping humanity's unnaturalness. This doesn't make me sad or happy. These are only thoughts. I have also been presented with the argument that everything humanity does is natural because we are a "natural species." So, no matter what machines we build or what we do, it is a part of nature. I'm not sure yet whether I agree or disagree with this thought yet. I think this idea was given to me by my boyfriend Steve or possibly by my very good friend Brie, who is very smart at philosophy and psychology.

p.s. I think this site is really beautiful to read. Death can be very beautiful.

Celebrity Death Watch: Geoffrey Rush

2008-04-02T02:07:00.003-05:00

J.J. Gittes wrote about this video here at his blog.

The Story of Jesus and the Bird On Top

2008-03-31T08:47:00.001-05:00

Do you hear the birds?