archives for February 2009
last night I dreampt his holiness the dalai lama died
Tuesday 24 February 2009 | 10 cookies in the jar
And this morning I’m scared to look at G••gl• news. How dumb is that.
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“everything is amazing right now, and nobody’s happy”
Tuesday 24 February 2009 | 15 cookies in the jar
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only on facebook
Sunday 22 February 2009 | 13 cookies in the jar
from last saturday, unposted
Sunday 22 February 2009 | 12 cookies in the jar
Whoever will hear “I had a massage” and think you spent an hour being laved with warm oil and long slithering strokes needs to go visit Alexa, the bodyworker who mercilessly worked over every single one of my trigger points. A serious-eyed, sweet-faced Willendorf-shaped pueblo woman (or maybe Salt River or Pima-Maricopa, but she looked [...]
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what I want for my birthday
Sunday 22 February 2009 | 9 cookies in the jar
Moments later we were dancing wildly together. There is nothing so good almost as dancing with a great girl dancer. It seems so much more natural than dancing with some stiff guy who won’t look you in the eye. If he’s shy he’ll watch the walls and if he’s an asshole he’ll ogle your tits [...]
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friday refrains · mary ruefle
Friday 20 February 2009 | 5 cookies in the jar
“I use a lot of repetition in my poems. Some people say they don’t like repetition, but I don’t believe them. How do they get out of bed every morning?” [Mary Ruefle, last night, after I introduced her, but so nervously that I forgot to introduce myself first, with the result that the small audience [...]
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as many women did
Thursday 19 February 2009 | 5 cookies in the jar
I think people were very open to Joseph. First of all, he made a stunning impression. He was so authoritative personally. That would register here as supreme confidence; and people are—I want to say in America, because I think it’s more so than in New York—Americans are rather disposed to admire, if they are given [...]
shallow work is the work that I do (joanna newsom)
Wednesday 18 February 2009 | 6 cookies in the jar
After Brodsky’s notoriously farcical trial for being a social parasite, Akhmatova had the doting-mama reaction, What a biography they are creating for our redheaded boy! Of course the biography came mostly after Arkhangelsk. Alors—Joe vs. the Politburo. I’ve cobbled this together from so many different sources and then disgracefully lost them all—the problem is, finding [...]
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in lieu of anything more substantial
Tuesday 17 February 2009 | 5 cookies in the jar
Pride and Predator! As one disgusted commenter says, “This isn’t a movie; it’s an idea for a Facebook group.” Another sagely observes that, if you know how to read, Austen is already completely bloody terrifying. Eh bien—Hollywood moves in mysterious ways its travesties to perform. (NB however that the Guardian blog is copying y’all’s comment [...]
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funny valentine
Saturday 14 February 2009 | 2 cookies in the jar
I want somebody who sees the pointlessness and still keeps their purpose in mind I want somebody who has a tortured soul (some of the time) I want somebody who will either put out for me or put me out of misery or maybe just put it all to words that make me go you [...]
