They said cock. Heh hehheh huh.
Archive for January, 2009
Hey Beavith
Saturday, January 31st, 2009The Big Cheese
Saturday, January 31st, 2009
I love Saturdays. Kiss me with your lower sickle lip, moon, for
tomorrow is the death of the weekend and the continued awful
celebration of civilized pursuits.
It’s the little things…
Thursday, January 29th, 2009You know what I love? Hearing a person I dislike sneeze, and then not hearing ANYONE say, “bless you.”
Petty, I know… but if the superstitions are true, that means every time he rips an achoo, he loses a lil more soul. One of these days, he’s gonna be a zombie and it’ll be ok, nay, MANDATORY, to throw him out a window.
UPDATE: I found out from a coworker that the “bless you” was invented back when the black plague was around. If you started sneezing, then it meant you’d prolly caught the plague and you were going to die. So “bless you” was kinda like “see you on the flip side, yo.”
Someone I know Died in Coho Square
Friday, January 23rd, 2009
Under the Sakura Tree by Lye Tuck-Po
The assignment was to write a poem using this picture as inspiration. I was instructed to avoid use of the word: umbrella. This was tough. In the end, I don’t think the poem sounds natural, though I like the idea I came up with for the story of the thing. Here’s the poem I wrote:
Someone I know Died in Coho Square
Remember nine
and walks in Coho Square?
Domo, your giant rot
yanked us on his leash
like wind through flags on ropes.
Then cancer put him down
and his bowl went
with dust in the attic.
After, you brought shade
under the cherry blossoms
even when the world’s ceiling
was blue.
You said Domo’s spirit
lived in that shadow
and the once you let me under
I heard nothing:
silly silence.
Another azure marble day
I find Coho Square again
barely a cherry blossom left
and you
twenty-eight
Thin as the rod
that still holds your patched shade up.
A man carries your baggage now.
Shares your shadow.
Cold demeanors split by aluminum.
Shades on your eyes
Over your head
Coats in summer
and all it took
to turn a girl
into a vampire
was the death of a dog.
They named him Bacon
Saturday, January 17th, 2009
Noooooooo it’s STILL broken
Thursday, January 15th, 2009
Hey! Pregnants!
Wednesday, January 14th, 2009
Calling all preggers!
The Sun Storm
Tuesday, January 13th, 2009Me: Listen, I’ll be honest. I want you to go to school and I want some beautiful girl to corrupt you and I want you to fall in love and have your heart broken and be miserable and fail classes and get drunk and find out why it REALLY sucks to get drunk, not because your grandfather was an alcoholic, and I want you to come out of the other side of all that, with love, and darkness, and your sidearm, and I want you to blow everyone away. Or you can stay with the arduinos and know what comes. Youth is so much about fucking up. Life is. It’s just more expensive when you’re older lol.
You: You want life to come and schmuck me upside the head while I’m looking the other way, eh?
Me: Nah, man. I want your eyes to be wide open for it. What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger, man. The worst thing that can happen in your life is torture. Death is quick. Sudden. Like a light switch. Debt? Poverty? You got 2 families with homes. You are also not illiterate. You could work at a mall. You could kill yourself. You could be a bus driver. You could WIN! You could have an art gallery showing. You could marry a rich girl and be into money.
You: Mm, sign me up for that one.
Me: You could wake up one day, drunken alcoholic, look down, and think, man, these shoes aren’t mine. It’s a long way from a beer to a blackout. From starting college to graduation. From now till the sun storm.
A picture for words
Friday, January 9th, 2009The assignment is to give a person an image to write a poem from. Here’s my image:
Radical Vision by Lee Friedlander
No word limit from me to you.
Back to the gym
Monday, January 5th, 2009
Strangely, the place wasn’t packed.