i love anne carson.
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ok, the truth i've spent roughly 20 years trying to strangle:
discipline=happiness
discipline=happiness
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artrob:
thought so...
lotusmonger:
i am America's laureate of prosetry. 
your love is like bad medicine.
bad medicine is what i need.
bad medicine is what i need.
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kenyon:
little-known (?) fact: John Bon Jovi's true last name is Bongiovi (sp?). the record execs took care of that.
claudiajean:
shake it up, just like bad medicine
i'm back from the vermont clinic. it was my favorite, as always. we looked at my blood through the microscope on a computer screen, and it was weird; i could actually see how it's healing. slowly.
they switched around my complicated treatment regimen so much that the confusion of it all is making my insomnia worse. i'm such a fucking perfectionist, even at being ill....
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they switched around my complicated treatment regimen so much that the confusion of it all is making my insomnia worse. i'm such a fucking perfectionist, even at being ill....
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twinkie:
I think it is pretty wicked that you can make the buxx off painting!
Sadly, it is not so much a facade. I really am just a stunted 30 year old with a toddler trapped inside.
Sadly, it is not so much a facade. I really am just a stunted 30 year old with a toddler trapped inside.
redwildflower:
Yeah it was bad, but it all worked out in the end. I just had to get my head on straight and not take it seriously. Dating sucks! I really don't want to date again, but really there is no other choice.
MINE
You lie there in shadow,
your body a dark hole
dug to some other level.
Slowly, I lower my hands in
like canaries.
If you respond, warm them,
send them back alive,
then I can set them free,
follow their path down into you.
But if some remark
like a tendon
sharpened on the wind of your tongue
should snag them,
I will back...
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You lie there in shadow,
your body a dark hole
dug to some other level.
Slowly, I lower my hands in
like canaries.
If you respond, warm them,
send them back alive,
then I can set them free,
follow their path down into you.
But if some remark
like a tendon
sharpened on the wind of your tongue
should snag them,
I will back...
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remuemenage:
I like the way you metaphor - your words have an ethereal quality
I particularly like I lower my hands in like canaries
I particularly like I lower my hands in like canaries
melika:
YUP 
since it's sunday an' all . . .
LET EVENING COME
by Jane Kenyon (a lovely writer, RIP - not me)
Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.
Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let dew collect on...
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LET EVENING COME
by Jane Kenyon (a lovely writer, RIP - not me)
Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.
Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let dew collect on...
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dragod:
Absolutely beautiful, Ms. Kenyon.
Calmness becomes it's own measure.
How sane, and falsely reassuring.
But not as it is, as a Prayer.
And here you are going back to your old boyfriend.
You only gave me a moment to act
and it turned out to be not enough.
I'm still flirting anyway.
My lovers are those that hear me.
Everything else should be free.
Drago D
Calmness becomes it's own measure.
How sane, and falsely reassuring.
But not as it is, as a Prayer.
And here you are going back to your old boyfriend.
You only gave me a moment to act
and it turned out to be not enough.
I'm still flirting anyway.
My lovers are those that hear me.
Everything else should be free.
Drago D
been away from computers and media in general for 24 hrs and let me just say how good it feels . . . felt?
busted out onto the town last afternoon/eve/night. got painted and attended a club opening with free food/ aka all of providence was there. did so much catching up, largely with people i haven't seen in 1-2 years. now the pressure's off...
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busted out onto the town last afternoon/eve/night. got painted and attended a club opening with free food/ aka all of providence was there. did so much catching up, largely with people i haven't seen in 1-2 years. now the pressure's off...
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figmentation:
You can and it earned you a kiss attack.
You can and it earned you a kiss attack.
wheezy_e:
I think it's super you're moving back in together. I doubt this really applies, but I want to tell a story. Tumultuous (sp?) on again off again punk rock relationships should be savored for all they're worth.
One of my choice memories from the early 90's:
Will "the juggernaught" and girlfriend Samantha were having their usual drunken Sunday morning tiff across the street. Lane & I were enjoying a beverage, chatting and keeping an eye on them for entertainment purposes. Amidst the yelling Sam gets in the truck to leave. She has to pull out of the garage in the alley and come around the street in front to get anywhere. Will comes running around front, she's got the truck screeching sideways making the turn onto the street. Will gets into the middle of the street and stands there giving her two middle fingers, Sam puts the pedal to the floor fully intending to run Will over. Will jumps aside, but punches the door with all he's got and yells "I LOVE YOU, BITCH !!!!" at the back of the truck as she speeds away. He moseys over to show off his bloody knuckles and bum a beer. Not one to be sidetracked by rational thought he shared his troubless: "I love her so damn much guys, I don't know what to do." I'm going to KICK HER FUCKING ASS."
One of my choice memories from the early 90's:
Will "the juggernaught" and girlfriend Samantha were having their usual drunken Sunday morning tiff across the street. Lane & I were enjoying a beverage, chatting and keeping an eye on them for entertainment purposes. Amidst the yelling Sam gets in the truck to leave. She has to pull out of the garage in the alley and come around the street in front to get anywhere. Will comes running around front, she's got the truck screeching sideways making the turn onto the street. Will gets into the middle of the street and stands there giving her two middle fingers, Sam puts the pedal to the floor fully intending to run Will over. Will jumps aside, but punches the door with all he's got and yells "I LOVE YOU, BITCH !!!!" at the back of the truck as she speeds away. He moseys over to show off his bloody knuckles and bum a beer. Not one to be sidetracked by rational thought he shared his troubless: "I love her so damn much guys, I don't know what to do." I'm going to KICK HER FUCKING ASS."
blah blah blah guilt blah blah discipline blah blah escape blah blah blah blah blah blah refusal of most to admit we're all suffering blah blah blah blah headache blah blah blah fantasies of giving up blah blah my shame others' shame just shut up and adore me blah blah blah people who don't see their own faults v. people who do blah blah how...
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chuba:
I am neeeever drinking again...this week. I bought a guitar today.
lotusmonger:
i've been laughing at that line all day...todays the day i kinda wanted to be around people, but that's because I didn't sleep much last night.
"People cry when they don't Free Willy/ but they don't give a damn about a brother from Philly"
zcxzcxzcxzcxzxcz:
Wow! Empathy is everything.
It's nice to know that I'm not alone.
Wipe. Delete. Obscure.
It's nice to know that I'm not alone.
Wipe. Delete. Obscure.
zcxzcxzcxzcxzxcz:
It was a kind of Note to Self
Yes, strange to plead with oneself but, hey!
It is an interesting thought, that when you write journals like this, are you addressing yourself or other people?
Even though other people may read it,I write it as a conversation with myself. To work things through in my own mind. Do I?
Entering the realms of Beckett maybe?
I think I like Moon Palace best.
Yes, strange to plead with oneself but, hey!
It is an interesting thought, that when you write journals like this, are you addressing yourself or other people?
Even though other people may read it,I write it as a conversation with myself. To work things through in my own mind. Do I?
Entering the realms of Beckett maybe?
I think I like Moon Palace best.
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zcxzcxzcxzcxzxcz:
Back again (can't keep away it seems!) Yes, your "Favourites" are cool too, in fact you have "interesting" answers for everything. That is an "interesting" with the best possible meaning. 'Though save Stevie Smith and Michael Cunningham I'll have to google your book list.
Hmmmmmm in-ter-esting!!!!!!
Hmmmmmm in-ter-esting!!!!!!
zcxzcxzcxzcxzxcz:
Ooh spooky those last comments must have passed in the ether!!
Aw you guessed it, "married" that is!
I do have the best possible intentions but I'm just far to sensitive to other peoples attention.
I'm not bad just far too human. And the absolution may come in handy.
Aw you guessed it, "married" that is!
I do have the best possible intentions but I'm just far to sensitive to other peoples attention.
I'm not bad just far too human. And the absolution may come in handy.
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