Stanzas, Sexes, Seductions

It's good to be neuter.
I want to have meaningless legs.
There are things unbearable.
One can evade them a long time.
Then you die.

The oceans remind me
of your green room.
There are things unbearable.
Scorn, princes, this little size
of dying.

My personal poetry is a failure.
I do not want to be a person.
I want to be unbearable.
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LONG BEACH, Calif. - Teacher Bill Morgan walks into his third-grade class wearing a black Pilgrim hat made of construction paper and begins snatching up pencils, backpacks and glue sticks from his pupils. He tells them the items now belong to him because he "discovered" them. The reaction is exactly what Morgan expects: The kids get angry and want ( Read more... )

Eventful day. Ran five miles, ate my first persimmon, read Picchio's 'Social Reproduction: The Political Economy of the Labour Market,' started my presentation on Locke and British agrarian capitalism, full moon ( Read more... )

It snowed today, small flurries. A year ago, exactly, we watched naked fruit shiver in crates on the street corner-- piles of pommegranates, green mangoe-- without mittens or blankets, covered in snow. I no longer feel a fruit exotic to this city but still I hate the cold ( Read more... )

Back from New York ( Read more... )

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more on that once i get some sleep.

When I was at Evergreen my ex-girlfriend Natalie bought a deaf, dwarf-like, heart-murmured cat with two different coloured eyes from the internet. (broken wings complex.) One day we were sitting in our living room and Natalie threw string in the cat's direction. Rather than playing with it, cat sat there looking erudite and pristine, regal, as ( Read more... )

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im effing addicted to effing americanos already and its only september. this means by term paper time it will be multiple espressos a day, straight up. damn.