THE LANGUAGE
By Robert Creeley

Locate I
love you some-
where in

teeth and
eyes, bite
it but

take care not
to hurt, you
want so

much so
little. Words
say everything,

I
love you
again,

then what
is emptiness
for. To

fill, fill.
I heard words
and words full

of holes
aching. Speech
is a mouth.

Exactly how I feel, vocalized.

"In its millennial tradition, the calligram has a triple role: to augment the alphabet, to repeat something without the aid of rhetoric, to trap things in a double cipher. First it brings a text and a shape as close together as possible. It is composed of lines delimiting the form of an object while also arranging the sequence of letters. It lodges ( Read more... )

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I hate immaturity. Now, more than ever.

I saw my first drag show last night.

I can tell you, it will be my first of many.

Hi-larious.

I love hearing the church bells ringing on my way to class, and then realizing that I'm humming along with the tune. It kind of feels like home - and I need that sometimes ( Read more... )

I was lying awake, thinking about a commercial on TV I saw the other day, when I realized: it’s shows like “The Swan” that cause me to believe that American society is really going downhill. “The Swan” is fostering a discourse in American culture that I have always been fighting against: that, externally, ugly=bad and beauty=good. But even more ( Read more... )

Well, I'm down here on Long Island - having a good time.

On my flight down I sat across from Terry Butler, an NFL player. He was born and raised in Syracuse, and was back there for his great-grandmother's funeral. He was a really, really nice guy. He said that as a rookie in the NFL, he's just appreciative of the chance he's getting to play past ( Read more... )

I FINALLY saw "Airplane" tonight. I just thought I'd share because I know it's a quintessential movie.

In other news, I'm doing really, really well. As opposed to merely two weeks ago. So, that's fantastic. And Thanksgiving Break is coming up - even BETTER.

It's my birthday on Saturday. Not really looking forward to it. Hopefully, I'll just hang ( Read more... )

This is how bored I got in my Writing Colleague Placement today:

moccasins
get you places
stitched together by fabric
able to unravel if provoked
holding on, reverently
eager to please

Yeah, I was wearing moccasins in class. So I stared at them and wrote that poem.

I'm a loser.