I almost bought an Aquinas book today. So I am thinking about aesthetics. It's depressing. And I'm so plain...

-hey, did you dye your hair?
-yeah
-it looks nice
-thanks

SOMEONE noticed! and his bangs are almost as long as mine.

egh, i hate little waves of confidence. i blame it on music. anyway i want to say something but my wrist is too tiredishbroken to do it. it pushes the u's and the i's and the p's and the ''s. bleh.

ummmm los angeles tomorrow i get to be up in seven hours. want to go to berkeley and see the hookers at dennys and the indian carpet places. but then ( Read more... )

Remembered contemporary poets I do like.

• Jorie Graham
• Lyn Hejinian
• David St. John
• Louise Gluck
• Marge Piercy

should have internet discourses with self. it will be fun. we will have so much in common, especially w/ what we say. me friends' are in turmoil, all two of them corporeal. i quote them rimbaud for their sufferings. rimbaud is good for resounding, i think. they like some of the titles better than the words. happily they do understand some,some of ( Read more... )

nine hours of arithmetic and stealing glances at joyce. want to be oh-vur. fanta commercials are insufferable. pop flavors are NOT race specific. i hate personal metaphors. you should understand this but you do not and when you do not and question it which you should not question it it is met with reticence or annoyance and a smug yes you do not ( Read more... )

I'm going to miss Berkeley. And San Francisco. I never take advantage of any of the cities I live by. I never visited Seattle either. In my interview the delegation leader responded to my saying I lived there by 'ah, the land of the flying fish'. I nodded. Then, watching the travel channel, I figured out what he meant. They catch fish, and they ( Read more... )

-hey, i think i saw you in davis ( Read more... )

stuck between his loosely clothed armpit is a sculptors magazine, folded into a single rib. seeing this i pay attention to his hands, how the veins appear beneath his skin. its way of aging is that of fortitude, a gradualism. it is tan and soft but curdled from work. i would like to have already known him, to feel the rhythm of his life and the ( Read more... )

i think i could really get into heteronyms.