I can still hear the music of my year of lippitude, the hibernation during which I side-saddled the dining room chairs, sat indian-style on the hardwood floors, paced in the dark, pored over bottles of ink and cheap fabric, turned on every light in the apartment. The sounds creep from the days when the veil of dust was yet thin and the solitude ( Read more... )

There are these leashed things I carry with me, and at times they weight their tethers so leadenly as eager dogs reigned from their quarry. When so ponderous I think they might be effortless, that their weight might pull me along. I think they might be easy. And these things, these things, when released, they become light as matchsticks forgotten ( Read more... )

i thought this was eloquent

(and i'm in love with this)

I am the deer that dares to sleep near the tiger's den
Keeping my demise close at hand
So when I drink it is not deep;
It is brief with an eye to the trees.
I know every day is open season and I fear, tiger,
Tacitly I am waiting for a reason to slip out of the herd
And under the tongue
And to find out the predator
Before I am missed.

I'm pawing at your hips like a famished pup ( Read more... )

Anagnorisis & Peripeteia

This morning I was a uniformed statue, waiting, contemplating my own crucifixion and bleeding from the ass, eyes sewing themselves shut against the empty rush. Life is about self destruction, evidently, and I've switched off the self preservation faculty. The radar's ringing in my ears and the experience is phasing like an angry pulse. I've got

Evan: I'm going to Suz's for Thanksgiving this year! Fuck my fam, at least hers wants me there ( Read more... )

Time masters you--and I--we, and us, and all that abounds around. It panders to us like an ice cream truck, regaling us with eighty-something-point-some-odd perceivable cycles around the sun with which to do what we will (thanks of course in part to modern medicine). Eighty-something-point-some-odd perceivable cycles in which to be abruptly wounded ( Read more... )

To remember is the blackest of habits ( Read more... )