archives for November 2006
at home in the world
Tuesday 21 November 2006 | I like a cookie
Joyce Maynard’s autobiography may be the fucking saddest book I’ve ever read. It’s like Tolstoy, or Jean de Florette; it’s almost worse than Lear; the graphic tragedies just keep piling up, and the plummeting falls from acme never seem to end. It wasn’t bad enough that Jerry Salinger was a 53-year-old child-molesting wingnut who’s apparently […]
friday refrain · for my musical parents
Thursday 16 November 2006 | someone left a cookie
LETTERS FROM A FATHER
I
Ulcerated tooth keeps me awake, there is
such pain, would have to go to the hospital to have
it pulled or would bleed to death from the blood thinners,
but can’t leave Mother, she falls and forgets her salve
and her tranquilizers, her ankles swell so and her bowels
are so bad, she almost had a stoppage […]
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sometimes this old farm / feels like a long-lost friend [brief hiatus]
Thursday 16 November 2006 | I like a cookie
Sadly, the Un must leave you now, for a week or so during which she takes in the many miles of interstate highway en route to (and back again from) East and South Texas—Rice and Pipe Creek and Rice again, respectively. She will return with a black cat, an electric piano, and possibly a few […]
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you already know
Monday 13 November 2006 | I like a cookie
Lemon verbena tisane.
So I order, pour through the pretty silver strainer and sip, hoping it will be cooling, steadying; also, at $4 a pot, it’s all I can afford on the Hotel St. Francis menu. I’ve saved $5 especially for this afternoon date with my godmother—my other, second godmother—nous appellerons sa, Gail—
Whom I have not […]
luna guitars’ single-cutaway pandora model (in moody blue)
Saturday 11 November 2006 | I like a cookie
Oh yes, it will be mine….
Only now, finally, am I motivated to get a job.
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alchemistry
Friday 10 November 2006 | someone left a cookie
Five days of azithromycin + three psych meds + one week until my period + the Brujo turning off all the lights and forcing me to go to bed at 9:30 last night + a sensible breakfast + homemade trail mix furtively bolted between sections + horrendous practice test scores + for all intents and […]
friday refrain · going out to el brujo, who likes to order “thai hot”
Friday 10 November 2006 | someone left a cookie
VINDALOO IN MERTHYR TYDFIL
The first night of my second voyage to Wales,
tired as rag from ascending the left cheek of Earth,
I nevertheless went to Merthyr in good company
and warm in neckclothing and speech in the Butcher’s Arms
till Time struck us pintless, and Eddie Rees steamed in brick lanes
and under the dark of the White Tip […]
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about “doe” (illustrated with accidental photos from within handbags, etc.)
Thursday 9 November 2006 | I like a cookie
What in the world am I writing?
When it was finished, House. turned out to be about domestic space and believing myself to be strangled in it and fleeing it, those stifling, airless rooms of the marital non-home. Now I look at these gizmos I started writing at Maman’s in the fall of 2004, the Librarian […]
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the un’s next home?
Wednesday 8 November 2006 | I like a cookie
Only $2K, and it even has traditional NM turquoise anti-evil-eye windows.
“you stole my wife, you horsethief!”
Wednesday 8 November 2006 | I like a cookie
This is the title of a comedy song the Brujo is playing on KSFR right now; he’s filling in for a coworker so there’s not so much Ornette Coleman or crazy-pretty Coltrane scribbling going down. Instead this band number by Dizzy Gillespie and, in the vocal section, Trane himself, 19 years old and bellowing the […]
