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the world would be a better place if we smashed all the clocks
You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. ~Ray Bradbury
Bah. Fuck. My muse is severely pissed off at me. The minuscule amount of writing that was accomplished tonight spits upon the electric possibility of the writing that could have been.
I'm on a time limit. I should be too cool for a curfew. But I promised my husband I ( Read more... ) -
ugh... noah must be building his boat
A torrential downpour of all that is heavy and burdensome is sweeping my general area. Storm clouds are laden and pregnant with potential "take this"'s and "take that"'s.
I've been using writing as an umbrella.
But my feet are still soggy. I should stop jumping into puddles, I suppose-- but they're just so damn tempting. And besides, painting ( Read more... ) -
fri aug 22, you will be mourned.
money has never been so tight that we can't go see trent in clevland.
it makes me very, very sad. -
matters of time
today I tripped over a piece of paper. I've tripped over worse.
i've been so wrapped up in time recently that I found the coincidental poem on said sheet of paper worthy of sharing.
"To see the world in a grain of sand,
And Heaven, in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
-William Blake. -
eight and a half hours at the sunoco a-plus
my subject is the name of a poem i wrote imitating Jan Beatty. It was a bitch to edit. Four revisions and still shit.
But, I may as well go back to it, it's been some years. I'm back working at Sunoco again. After a year's hiatus I'm thrown back into the jungle that feels like home. Can you believe that not only will we charge you four dollars ( Read more... ) -
flip flop
How do you explain empty? It's really frustrating and just shouldn't be brought up at all. This is the wisdom I got from the day. That and really, I shouldn't even attempt smoking anymore. Freaking is too strong a word. I should give up on what i'm trying to write and just let tomorrow come. Fucking stubborn writer in me denies the fact that ( Read more... ) -
damn....
not only is he a good friend but an awesome writer who knows how to read and understand poetry.
hard to find. good to find. -
subject lines are difficult for me
So no one reads this. And that is just fine with me. I was going to create a secret account for my writing. But what's the point. I'd forget the password anyway.
I have once again been inspired to write here. What draws me back? The fact that a new good friend still uses his? Or the inability to show true emotion on facebook and myspace? ( Read more... ) -
A rare decicision
Instead of deleting this journal I am going to take it up again. Why not write, right? I'm sure no one still reads this shit anymore anyway. Thank you to rbeaubrite, a very random and delightful coincidence/exploration in internet socialization. One never knows who they will find. So fuck the burning erasing. Throw me a welcome back party. ( Read more... ) -
damnit
Getting lost on the internet as always. This will be gone as soon as i save it all. All of this. find me on myspace (awakeandsingyouthatdwell) or email at erind131@gmail.com.
I have become obsessed with finding and keeping, but must focus on cleaning and........
well, not you.
moving up and out.
Adios,
E