What shall I illustrate for you, o journal of mine? My love for this city? The crystalline beauty of it, looking over my shoulder on the walk home; or walking towards it, on my way to the bus stop in the mornings, the towers hazy and gilded like-- o Lord, what are they like? Like a lover's face, at certain angles of glass-like perfection. And ( Read more... )

Of course I'm not good all through. How hideous, how deformed, if I were! It's a matter of embracing this violence, willfullness, this capacity for treachery--stroking back its hair and looking it straight in the eyes. I think the part of me that you might call evil loves me, loves me like a star loves to burn. A while back it became something ( Read more... )

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
--Edna St. Vincent Millay

I want a LOGIC to my delicate rhapsodies, damnit, and I don't just mean equivocations with logical pretensions. (Rob is a pest. The exterminator kills pests. Therefore, the exterminator will kill Rob.) I want my ( Read more... )

I spend a lot of time thinking about what I can only call ethics ( Read more... )

I ain't gonna nurse you; no, I know this sorry trap.

Whenever I'm alone at work I put on the Rolling Stones. I'm alone at work! Therefore, I am listening to the Rolling Stones. This makes me glad.

Also! It's sunny out! And almost Friday! (And there's still a slim chance that Chip will stop in to visit.)

Bring bring!
Thank you for calling Picture US ( Read more... )

My parents always offer me a drink when they are drinking. We often have wine at dinner. We often have vodka before dinner. I've drunk more alcohol, more regularly, living with them over the past month and a half than I have at any other point in my life (typically I drink quite rarely). Yet while searching through my kitchen things for the ( Read more... )

Hello, dear journal, have you missed me? I suspect you'll miss me much more before too long. I don't think I'll have internet in the apartment (whither I move this Tuesday ( Read more... )

Sam turns twenty today!

I fall in love with remembering eyes; or, I have to remind myself not to. Therefore, there's a dream-like joy when I can keep those eyes around me like lanterns, like foreign moons. I hope I would have moons, were I a planet. I hope, if I were some hurtling asteroid, I might find a planet for myself to revolve around.