Truly lament the passing of your youth ( Read more... )

in their ability to be forgotten ( Read more... )

But its February, and the worm is in remission. Regression. The secret may be regressing backwards past it to a purer place. Simplifying is not giving up. Clearing the air is no form of weakness ( Read more... )

I look out the window during a break in their riveting conversation, a pleasant lull as she digs into her double-decker cheese. A fat woman limps along on the other block, and the business man does not look. She is old enough to be impressed by the 2001 Dodge Daytona that nearly runs her down. I can't help but wince at something I can't explain ( Read more... )

This was, in October, the only way I could describe the disease. When I try to dissect it, it sounds like its about language, but in a form closer to the essence of it, an illustration, it seems about something else. Your call ( Read more... )

I had a disease last fall. It took that month to quarantine it. I tried to kill it entirely, but I know its stronger than that.

October 2005I have a disease today, THE disease in fact that I stave off daily only through exhausting vigilance. The disease proper is inextricably bound with its medicine. I'm sure description can only be approached ( Read more... )

That her lips glistened
in the back of a dull camero

That the trucker cap beside her
leaned back and smiled as she went down

Told me I could only take pleasure in imagining

That which moves us toward liberty
toward a unique definition of evil

That poetry replaced the invisible man

"The sun has left him wide-eyed and alone, hysterical
for snow, the blinding bed, the gun."

from "On Looking at La Grande Jatte, the Czar Wept Anew"
by Frank O'Hara

When I am sitting alone, reading, I am often distracted by the thought of other people ( Read more... )

Went to Barnes & Noble in the Galleria to hear Camille Paglia talk about her latest book, Break, Blow, Burn. The room was filled with pasty, dissheveled grad students and older, richer word-lovers alike, and even a few glazed-eyed zombies that wandered through the isles of books in apparent confusion ( Read more... )