I need people to come live in the house I rent. Do you know any people? They should preferably pay "rent," also.

I'm really beginning to bite the bullet and read and reread textbooks upon textbooks about meter, breath, accent, and all the horrible ways poets before me have devised to torture themselves thinking their words do not say, or do not say powerfully, what must be said. I always figured blanket insecurity was enough for that ( Read more... )

We had a punk show in the basement. First time I ever moshed at home. I haven't updated livejournal in years, but it apparently still works. In that timespan, I broke up with the girl who was totally my best friend, finished college, stirred up a frenzy among everyone I know by getting drunk and talking about marrying someone I wasn't even ( Read more... )

Because my favorite team is in firesale mode this year, I've been reading the hockey transactions from the blurry grey slurry at the back of the sports page all year. Today I decided that the person who types up the transactions really has a guttermind, because only a month after he mistyped that the Canucks recalled Wad Brookbank, whose name is ( Read more... )

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Today, because we have what appears to be 3.5 inches of fluffy snow, I do not have to go to school. Unfortunately, that means I'm missing the first meeting of the poetry workshop: 80 works in 14 weeks. I don't think we're going to bring it down to 73 just for one whimpy little snowstorm, and this moves the course's first meeting way closer to the ( Read more... )

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Living in Alex's dorm, there is only a ladies' room and not a mens' room. Alex assumes that this should be a problem for me, because she believes that I use bathrooms. In fact, although I enjoy food, it sublimes when it comes close to my heart, and I exhale it. Makes the room smell wonderful.

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I try to read alex a Jorie Graham poem about an anting bird, a bird picking up ants and flying away with them in its feathers precisely to burn its skin. She, who reads a thousand times more than me but studies computer science because someone complemented her on it five years ago, didn’t like the poem, said she might like it more if she knew the ( Read more... )