Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Stop what you are doing right now and go to Weird Deer immediately
Go to Weird Deer right now and listen to Monica Fambrough's poem "Don't You Think Salt is Pretty." Go here to listen.
And if that is actually a question posed to me the reader, yes I DO think salt is pretty.
And if that is actually a question posed to me the reader, yes I DO think salt is pretty.
Thank you, Aaron, for writing me this poem
Tourmaline Sunday night
Aaron Tieger
I am writing this because
I crave the tactile pleasure
of purple ink on blue paper
or my lost black pen on white paper
or a pencil in the margin of a book
for a class I’d skip
to stay in bed & read
another book
It is Sunday night
and I am scared to go to bed
because I am scared to wake up
and put on my clothes and creep
to work like all
the other creeps. I ate too
much sugar & tried
to distract myself from feeling
like shit by feeling
like shit but it
didn’t work & now I feel
like shit. This world
scares me because every time
I see the road my lights
go out & I wake
& am lost & wondering
about the car
but when I find the car my keys
don’t fit & I know I have to find
another car & it takes me so long
with cars & I want to just walk or
better stay home but you need
a car so I find a car I like
OK & I buy the car & get
my plates & get the bill
for the excise tax which
I never pay & now I have car
that’s new to me but old
enough that little things
like wipers
go wrong & if the wipers
go wrong what’s stopping the brakes
or lights from going just
when the road comes
up in the dark
tonight
I am writing this tonight
because my friend Dottie’s
in my head reading poems
very loudly. Dottie reads
loudly it is like a dagger
of soul driving into
your soul when she talks about flowers
& birds & yes
her breasts. My heart runs
the way DL writes & if
I could I would tell her to make
a poem in which I am a hot
little bird on a greenhouse roof
& inside the greenhouse a bucket
of ice melts with a bottle of ambition
floating amidst the plants & warming
up to the point of melting
I am writing this tonight
I am using a lot of words more
than is my wont I don’t
think I am saying much I could maybe
trim a bit down but I’m trying
to distract myself and meditate
on the scratch of ink on a page
like skin the thin skin over a heart
that knows not what it knows
more words
footsteps on the ceiling cat snores
there is an endless amount of objective
correlative in my apartment alone
I think I have written myself down & maybe
can boil this
all down:
Dottie,
It’s Sunday night.
I hate my job. I love
your book.
____________________________________________
This one's for you:
Aaron Tieger
I am writing this because
I crave the tactile pleasure
of purple ink on blue paper
or my lost black pen on white paper
or a pencil in the margin of a book
for a class I’d skip
to stay in bed & read
another book
It is Sunday night
and I am scared to go to bed
because I am scared to wake up
and put on my clothes and creep
to work like all
the other creeps. I ate too
much sugar & tried
to distract myself from feeling
like shit by feeling
like shit but it
didn’t work & now I feel
like shit. This world
scares me because every time
I see the road my lights
go out & I wake
& am lost & wondering
about the car
but when I find the car my keys
don’t fit & I know I have to find
another car & it takes me so long
with cars & I want to just walk or
better stay home but you need
a car so I find a car I like
OK & I buy the car & get
my plates & get the bill
for the excise tax which
I never pay & now I have car
that’s new to me but old
enough that little things
like wipers
go wrong & if the wipers
go wrong what’s stopping the brakes
or lights from going just
when the road comes
up in the dark
tonight
I am writing this tonight
because my friend Dottie’s
in my head reading poems
very loudly. Dottie reads
loudly it is like a dagger
of soul driving into
your soul when she talks about flowers
& birds & yes
her breasts. My heart runs
the way DL writes & if
I could I would tell her to make
a poem in which I am a hot
little bird on a greenhouse roof
& inside the greenhouse a bucket
of ice melts with a bottle of ambition
floating amidst the plants & warming
up to the point of melting
I am writing this tonight
I am using a lot of words more
than is my wont I don’t
think I am saying much I could maybe
trim a bit down but I’m trying
to distract myself and meditate
on the scratch of ink on a page
like skin the thin skin over a heart
that knows not what it knows
more words
footsteps on the ceiling cat snores
there is an endless amount of objective
correlative in my apartment alone
I think I have written myself down & maybe
can boil this
all down:
Dottie,
It’s Sunday night.
I hate my job. I love
your book.
____________________________________________
This one's for you:
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Willis on PennSound today
Yay, one of my favorite poets is featured on PennSound today! You have to listen to Elizabeth Willis:
EW's page on PennSound
EW's page on PennSound
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
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Things to read, watch, and do
Read this
Watch this
Do this
Now listen to the sweet Gemini sounds of Stevie Nicks and Kanye West below.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Madonna ft. Justin Timberlake 4 Minutes (Offical Video)
Yes!!!!! I have been waiting for this for weeks!!
"If you feel it, it must be real."
Oh yes, that is so true!
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Monday, April 07, 2008
Rocky Top, TN
By Dolly Parton
"Wish that I was on ole Rocky Top,
Down in the Tennessee hills.
Ain't no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top,
Ain't no telephone bills.
Once I had me a man on Rocky Top,
Half bear the other half cat.
Well he was as wild as a mink, but he was sweet as soda pop,
I often think about that.
Rocky Top, you'll always be
Home sweet home to me.
Good ole Rocky Top,
Rocky top Tennessee, Rocky Top Tennessee.
Now once two strangers climbed on Rocky Top,
Lookin' for a moonshine still.
Strangers ain't come down from Rocky Top,
Some they never will.
Did you know corn don't grow at all on Rocky Top,
The dirt's too rocky by far.
And that's why all the folks on Rocky Top
Get their corn from a jar.
Rocky Top, you'll always be
Home sweet home to me.
Good ole Rocky Top,
Rocky Top Tennessee, Rocky Top Tennessee.
Now I've had years of cramped up city life,
Trapped like a duck in a pen.
All I know is it's a dang burn pity life
Can't be simple again.
Rocky Top, you'll always be
Home sweet home to me.
Good ole Rocky Top,
Rocky top Tennessee, Rocky Top Tennessee.
Rocky Top Tennessee, Rocky Top Tennessee.
Rocky Top Tennesee eee eee eee.
Rock-ee-topp."
"Wish that I was on ole Rocky Top,
Down in the Tennessee hills.
Ain't no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top,
Ain't no telephone bills.
Once I had me a man on Rocky Top,
Half bear the other half cat.
Well he was as wild as a mink, but he was sweet as soda pop,
I often think about that.
Rocky Top, you'll always be
Home sweet home to me.
Good ole Rocky Top,
Rocky top Tennessee, Rocky Top Tennessee.
Now once two strangers climbed on Rocky Top,
Lookin' for a moonshine still.
Strangers ain't come down from Rocky Top,
Some they never will.
Did you know corn don't grow at all on Rocky Top,
The dirt's too rocky by far.
And that's why all the folks on Rocky Top
Get their corn from a jar.
Rocky Top, you'll always be
Home sweet home to me.
Good ole Rocky Top,
Rocky Top Tennessee, Rocky Top Tennessee.
Now I've had years of cramped up city life,
Trapped like a duck in a pen.
All I know is it's a dang burn pity life
Can't be simple again.
Rocky Top, you'll always be
Home sweet home to me.
Good ole Rocky Top,
Rocky top Tennessee, Rocky Top Tennessee.
Rocky Top Tennessee, Rocky Top Tennessee.
Rocky Top Tennesee eee eee eee.
Rock-ee-topp."
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
James Hampton
I love James Hampton's artwork.
Some more information about him can be found here. Enjoy and happy Spring!
Some more information about him can be found here. Enjoy and happy Spring!
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