So I'm back at home, in my warm and comfy bed.
Spending two nights in a house with two children under the age of 4 reminded me why I don't want kids anytime soon. Although, they were so cute.
The conference went great, I made some friends, got my name out there, was totally talked down to by the cliche of people at the panel when I presented, but that's okay, to each their own I suppose--I now know I never want to be one of them.
Spent some time with the guest poet, which was great. He sat at our table and chatted and played corpse for a large portion of the night. It was pretty nice to hob-knob and chat with someone I idolize a little.
Overall it was a great time!
Spending two nights in a house with two children under the age of 4 reminded me why I don't want kids anytime soon. Although, they were so cute.
The conference went great, I made some friends, got my name out there, was totally talked down to by the cliche of people at the panel when I presented, but that's okay, to each their own I suppose--I now know I never want to be one of them.
Spent some time with the guest poet, which was great. He sat at our table and chatted and played corpse for a large portion of the night. It was pretty nice to hob-knob and chat with someone I idolize a little.
Overall it was a great time!
this basically summarizes my thoughts for the last few hours
The problem with being a girl
is that you never know if someone is talking to you for your mind
or your mammories
And it’s not the kind of question you can ask
on a first date
or even at an intellectual conference
when someone gushes on about your genius, about how brilliant your methods and ideas seem, how they want into your head
or your pants.
And the secret giveaway
the all telling, all knowing sign
Is to drop the line
"I study body language"
And see what theirs does.
The problem with being a girl
is that you never know if someone is talking to you for your mind
or your mammories
And it’s not the kind of question you can ask
on a first date
or even at an intellectual conference
when someone gushes on about your genius, about how brilliant your methods and ideas seem, how they want into your head
or your pants.
And the secret giveaway
the all telling, all knowing sign
Is to drop the line
"I study body language"
And see what theirs does.
SOTHE is a poetry form I’m experimenting with. Basically it’s constructed by eavesdropping on conversations—or music, billboards, ads—catching pieces, and stringing them together. This is what we get, I would love some imput
Snapshots of the Human Experience: Sweet Love
You’re really gone girlfriend
Not that I care.
Of course, I asked him,
the thing that got me,
I didn’t even think about it
till he mentioned it,
She was a little more interesting
five days after
I promised her
we were leaving Friday, walking.
Losing her meant everything
The only alternative was:
Not there,
“No.”
I have one thing on my mind,
one thing:
So sweet love gets the best of me
The sweet love that she gives to me
Snapshots of the Human Experience: Sweet Love
You’re really gone girlfriend
Not that I care.
Of course, I asked him,
the thing that got me,
I didn’t even think about it
till he mentioned it,
She was a little more interesting
five days after
I promised her
we were leaving Friday, walking.
Losing her meant everything
The only alternative was:
Not there,
“No.”
I have one thing on my mind,
one thing:
So sweet love gets the best of me
The sweet love that she gives to me
What happened today in Philosophy class
This one time, several months ago, I had a huge crush on a boy but then he got back together with his ex.
In the time that we were talking I was going through some emotional, personal realizations about things that occurred in my past--or at least I have come to believe happened in my past.
This semester he is in two of my classes.
During Philosophy of Mind we were talking about personal identity; how your mind is a constituent of personhood and is constructed through our memories of experiences. I asked my friend, "What if you don't remember the person from before? Are you the same person?" My friend said no, but as an individual with massive memory loss I didn't agree. How can I possibly be the same person as I was when I was 5 if I have basically no memories before the age of 14? I don't even know who that person is!
That's when **(the boy I had a crush on)** asked, "What about someone who was severely abused as a child and have memory loss? Have they always been the same person?"
That's all I have, no pressing deep thoughts on the topic. Just... it was curious.
This one time, several months ago, I had a huge crush on a boy but then he got back together with his ex.
In the time that we were talking I was going through some emotional, personal realizations about things that occurred in my past--or at least I have come to believe happened in my past.
This semester he is in two of my classes.
During Philosophy of Mind we were talking about personal identity; how your mind is a constituent of personhood and is constructed through our memories of experiences. I asked my friend, "What if you don't remember the person from before? Are you the same person?" My friend said no, but as an individual with massive memory loss I didn't agree. How can I possibly be the same person as I was when I was 5 if I have basically no memories before the age of 14? I don't even know who that person is!
That's when **(the boy I had a crush on)** asked, "What about someone who was severely abused as a child and have memory loss? Have they always been the same person?"
That's all I have, no pressing deep thoughts on the topic. Just... it was curious.
Some sort of cheesy poetry I thought of while falling asleep:
I miss
waking up at 3 am
wrapping my arms about you strong, warm body
feeling your firmness in my hands
slowly
rolling you on your back
so I can quietly straddle
careful not to wake you
I miss
you waking up at 3:10
from the best dream ever
I miss
waking up at 3 am
wrapping my arms about you strong, warm body
feeling your firmness in my hands
slowly
rolling you on your back
so I can quietly straddle
careful not to wake you
I miss
you waking up at 3:10
from the best dream ever
—to the vessel of creation
First they are only words:
neck and teeth and bite
But then comes that savored sensation
instant
like a shock-wave to the spine
and leading down—
Honey Bee
I want to coerce your sweet nectar
out of your hive
and savor its thick stickiness
dripping
from my lips
I want your fuzzy body
smooth prick
sticking me
small pain
and your little death
First they are only words:
neck and teeth and bite
But then comes that savored sensation
instant
like a shock-wave to the spine
and leading down—
Honey Bee
I want to coerce your sweet nectar
out of your hive
and savor its thick stickiness
dripping
from my lips
I want your fuzzy body
smooth prick
sticking me
small pain
and your little death
The happiest I have ever been with my body.
Aren't you lucky.
Aren't you lucky.
will I regret this? maybe.
More poems:
//Sets of Memories//
As I lay in your arms
in my bed
on the floor
I thought that I could love you.
Then we went out
and I pretended
we were just friends.
But now you tell me
of even that I was wrong
we were singular
nothing
an empty word on an empty page
a note, hanging in silence.
//Meant to tell you Earlier//
Part of me just laughed
at the severity of your alarm
and your overbearing apologetics.
And in the moment I could not fathom
what dark meaning your worry invoked.
But as I walked the realization cemented
and I crumbled.
//Sets of Memories//
As I lay in your arms
in my bed
on the floor
I thought that I could love you.
Then we went out
and I pretended
we were just friends.
But now you tell me
of even that I was wrong
we were singular
nothing
an empty word on an empty page
a note, hanging in silence.
//Meant to tell you Earlier//
Part of me just laughed
at the severity of your alarm
and your overbearing apologetics.
And in the moment I could not fathom
what dark meaning your worry invoked.
But as I walked the realization cemented
and I crumbled.
Been waking up every morning to this song. I'm so happy they're back!
I have too many tattoo ideas:
Most recent on the want list...
I have too many tattoo ideas:
Most recent on the want list...
Not sure how I will ever find the money for all of these...
