archives for February 2008
important reminder
Monday 11 February 2008 | I like a cookie
That at one point, apparently, anyway, I knew I was not always the problem.
11 february 1963
Monday 11 February 2008 | I like a cookie
PARALYTIC
It happens. Will it go on?—
My mind a rock,
No fingers to grip, no tongue,
My god the iron lung
That loves me, pumps
My two
Dust bags in and out,
Will not
Let
Me relapse
While the day outside glides by like ticker tape.
The night brings violets,
Tapestries of eyes,
Lights,
The soft anonymous
Talkers: ‘You all right?’
The starched, inaccessible beast.
Dead egg, I lie
Whole
On a whole world […]
further metaphor
Sunday 10 February 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
1. I blew out my power strip by having the piano and the iron both plugged in at the same time.
2. I can only have one of the following plugged in at a time: sewing machine OR printer OR lightbox.
3. View down our street—click for enormous version, taken by the Brujo.
trying again (the rest of the story)
Sunday 10 February 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
I hit “Publish” and get up and go outside. It’s a gorgeous day, nearly eighty degrees in the front yard. Yes, that’s what I said; try not to hate me. In sunglasses the Brujo is huffing and puffing, raking and muttering, and I feel guilt, not shame, and decide to help.
Together we fill several enormous […]
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entr’acte: the brujo rebuts ms. durrett
Sunday 10 February 2008 | I like a cookie
“What’s she talking about, they will always be in the mezzanine? You know what, Liz Durrett? No they won’t. They will not be in the mezzanine, because no one’s at your show, Liz Durrett. No one! That mezzanine is empty. Your song should go like this: they will always be / at another show / […]
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literary jennifers
Saturday 9 February 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
I’ve long had a theory about them, though now that I’m finally committing it to print, I can’t remember a single one—a literary Jennifer, that is. The only one springing immediately to mind is, unfortunately, Anne Shirley’s student nemesis, Jen Pringle (LM Montgomery, anyone?). Oh, and one in fellow Old Girtonian Rosamund Lehmann’s 1927 Dusty […]
friday refrain · liz durrett
Friday 8 February 2008 | someone left a cookie
the mezzanine
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in the end
small things
beat you down
till you could not
leave the house
take your leverage
where you can
take the beast
by the hand
they will always be
in the mezzanine
in the mezzanine
they will always be
in the mezzanine
in the mezzanine
—liz durrett (2006)
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an exchange that haunts me
Friday 8 February 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
unnarrator:
I’m actually learning how to control the fabric as my machine devours it, too, brain realizing: “Hey, speed of machine directly connected to pressure of foot on pedal!” Instead of being all “OMG why is it going so FAST?!?”
oleoptene:
How long do you have to quilt before it becomes a metaphor for everything?
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this is a test; this is only a test
Thursday 7 February 2008 | someone left a cookie
