Wherein: I yell, rant, obsess, go totally and completely insane by the end...
I want to make sure to be clear about the things I do like about TJ's - and that is when a senior comes up to register with a hand basket containing cookies, chocolates, and other random sweets, oh, and nothing else! Seeing as if I manage to live that long I pretty much want to eat that kind of lifestyle every day it gives me hope to see the doers in action.
Pretty much the whole day had "Move On Up" by Curtis Mayfield going strong in my head. The horns alone necessitate power walking.
Also, I like the hook of Los Campesinos! "We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed" so much I am going to type it out right here, RIGHT NOW!: "He said he got his teeth fixed / I'm going to break them / I've got a heart on fire!" What? Why? Having just went through broken teeth shouldn't I be more sympathetic? No, fuck that.
And Girls is really good.
Can somebody give me that already? And Surfer Blood? I want that too! Why is it that when I no money like this, that is when I go totally beserk in the wanting of all the new releases that the library won't actually pick up for me. I need a SF library card already.
Let's point out, that part of it is trying to recharge the batteries. I want to keep writing. I want to write funny and touching and serious and poignant and acerbic and witty and bright and bubbly and romantic and pragmatic and real things. All at once! I want to be a kaleidoscope (which is a word I cannot even spell) of human emotion breaking apart on the page and reforming in ways that rampage across the eyes and into the skull. I can't always do this with poetry, or at least not in a conventionally poetic manner.
Now I'm going to go put my face in something. Like a pillow.
Pretty much the whole day had "Move On Up" by Curtis Mayfield going strong in my head. The horns alone necessitate power walking.
Also, I like the hook of Los Campesinos! "We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed" so much I am going to type it out right here, RIGHT NOW!: "He said he got his teeth fixed / I'm going to break them / I've got a heart on fire!" What? Why? Having just went through broken teeth shouldn't I be more sympathetic? No, fuck that.
And Girls is really good.
Can somebody give me that already? And Surfer Blood? I want that too! Why is it that when I no money like this, that is when I go totally beserk in the wanting of all the new releases that the library won't actually pick up for me. I need a SF library card already.
Let's point out, that part of it is trying to recharge the batteries. I want to keep writing. I want to write funny and touching and serious and poignant and acerbic and witty and bright and bubbly and romantic and pragmatic and real things. All at once! I want to be a kaleidoscope (which is a word I cannot even spell) of human emotion breaking apart on the page and reforming in ways that rampage across the eyes and into the skull. I can't always do this with poetry, or at least not in a conventionally poetic manner.
Now I'm going to go put my face in something. Like a pillow.