Where are you, providence? Medieval, rested upon the blood of birds on battlefields (hear the fog horns beckon through the mustard gas ( Read more... )

My rage is bound by silk and twine; we hang above the furnace by iron hooks.

ah, so I've grown stale and I'm watching my breadcrumbs fed to birds and squirrels at the hands of gray old men on park benches. What a beautiful girlfriend, what a beautiful apartment, beautiful city, tea, coffee, sandwiches, streets, lights, weather, leaves, books, movies, cameras, people, privledgesprivledgesprivledges and she says her hands ( Read more... )

It's raining so
much right now!

Today I had brunch at my aunts house on the upper-west side. We were diving in to boxes of old photographs from a blood relative of ours who lived there before my aunt moved in. These were just some of the discoveries:

( The Freeman Family )

I think by the time I post this it will be October 4th, but October 3rd is such a day for me, big changes. 2005, first day at the Animal Hospital and a dog has to get put down. The entire family came shortly after closing. I waited outside for my dad to pick me up and a little girl came running out crying. That image is still there with the golden ( Read more... )

The poetry assignment this week was to begin a poem with an observation (one right now would begin with "I am typing a LJ entry", that kind of thing) and then take it anywhere I choose. I've had some luck with just sitting down and writing whatever comes to mind, even if it's 5 pages worth of stuff and only 5 lines are interesting. So what do I ( Read more... )

A CAR a car, I want a car

NEW JOB!!!

Cuz Blackbird kinda just gave up on me (like my kidney! Ha!)(that was a terrible joke). So now I'm an usher for the Schimmel theater. I get paid shit but I get to pick my own shifts whenever I want. There's almost always something happening during the school year, supposedly, and maybe I will meet a famous celebrity while ushering for ( Read more... )

Tonight is a quiet one. The guy at the bagel shop liked that; he saw the movie I rented and applauded it. Now I'm listening to The Rite of Spring with all the lights out and am writing this. I'm going to make a photo and caption entry tonight.

( The Writes of Summer (Scenes of Pagan Brooklyn in a Dozen Parts) )