Saturday, October 31, 2009
Happy Halloween!!!!!!!!!!
What is my favorite holiday you ask? It's today, halloween!! My costume involves sequins, tulle, cotton balls and blue hair dye. Pics will be posted later :) Time to get dyeing. How ghoulish of me! Have a happy, safe halloween everyone :)
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Adrenaline
Circling dove mourning cries, gray and white, winged, a pair
landing.
Parachute touch down.
Weathered hand still feminine calls his face to palm. The hand
cups his uneven texture. Soft fleece jacket over his abdomen,
syncopated heart beat visible.
A flicker of brown iris in the still moment of union
served to her, he is gracious.
Now the lips part, curling.
Heat hit the ears and color the cheeks raised in smile.
Palm to thigh of singular.
Relapse to her last chance adrenaline rising hard.
She states it. Thick distraction laden window
pausing leaf falling- mid-air disco ball to pierce
eyelids open, hearts, mouths to connect.
To keep spinning.
Devendra Banhart
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Stolen
The way it begins is the way it ends.
When she grows up she wants to make things.
Neurosis spilling over the top of the tea cup onto the stove.
Just a little water is what he thinks of the puddle.
Just a shard of glass entering your thumb, no biggie.
Where are the antelopes? Where are the ants?
She will make things. She will find and follow the
currents to connections. Call in the flies.
When she grows up she wants to make things.
Neurosis spilling over the top of the tea cup onto the stove.
Just a little water is what he thinks of the puddle.
Just a shard of glass entering your thumb, no biggie.
Where are the antelopes? Where are the ants?
She will make things. She will find and follow the
currents to connections. Call in the flies.
Monday, October 26, 2009
October
lost hillsides
paradise hillside
horse on the mountain
grass greener than sugar maples
gurgling stream fighting stomach upset
Portishead screaming all mine you have to be
freakish rainbows never ending cacoon
caterpillars on October sidewalks
fighting amongst inner walls
soft, pale guitar strums
quoting Radiohead's
house of cards
Pro Se
There is usually something better
than what you are experiencing
at the moment.
If you can't imagine it
then you are screwed.
I have no advice for
attaining the better,
but always keep in mind
that life can be cruel
until the point of
surrender.
than what you are experiencing
at the moment.
If you can't imagine it
then you are screwed.
I have no advice for
attaining the better,
but always keep in mind
that life can be cruel
until the point of
surrender.
Knitting & the City
What started as a week of avoidance & denial which manifested as watching movies or television non-stop turned into the same amount of watching but with the added productivity of knitting scarves. I'm knitting scarves for homeless people and if you want to participate I'm sure it will be appreciated. I have tons of yarn, extra needles and instructions so even if you have no supplies and no knitting skills don't rule yourself out of the fun.
I've only had one homeless friend and he resided in New Haven for a while before eventually moving to Florida where the weather is more accommodating. I don't know if he ever made it there, but I keep hoping he's safe and happy. His name is Sean, this is us in 1998:
My girlfriend and I were in a cafe in NH and saw him sitting at another table. We asked him to join us and that started our friendship. We went to visit him often and even took him camping at Webb Mountain. I had a major crush on him, hehe. One day we showed up at the usual spot and he was gone. We knew of his plans for Florida and that one day he wouldn't be around, but it was a major bummer anyway. I never got the full story of why he left home but some small details remain: he was from Rhode Island, he had a job for a short while at Au Bon Pain, he was robbed one night while sleeping on a rooftop, he loved Jim Morrison. He completely changed my idea of what a homeless person might be. I never felt threatened, he never asked for anything, he was just a guy who I enjoyed spending time with.
After that I started becoming more aware of others in his situation. I never made another friend who was homeless but would occasionally give away my lunch or any change I had. Once I was talking to a kid named Solo after a concert at Toad's Place. He and his dog lived on the streets in NH. While leaning towards him to tell him something his dog bit my thigh. That was a night to remember! Luckily the dog was healthy and I didn't need stitches, just a few hours in the emergency room and a prescription for antibiotics that I never took. His dog was just protecting him and I was glad he had that kind of support.
Anyway, I'm knitting. If you want to knit, need supplies, instructions, etc. you know where to email me. If you want to donate finished goods to the cause you can send them to me at PO Box 1824, Naugatuck, CT 06770 and I will hand them out. If you want to come with me to distribute these gifts I'll be doing so in a few weeks and I'd love the company. Let me know & thanks :)
I've only had one homeless friend and he resided in New Haven for a while before eventually moving to Florida where the weather is more accommodating. I don't know if he ever made it there, but I keep hoping he's safe and happy. His name is Sean, this is us in 1998:
After that I started becoming more aware of others in his situation. I never made another friend who was homeless but would occasionally give away my lunch or any change I had. Once I was talking to a kid named Solo after a concert at Toad's Place. He and his dog lived on the streets in NH. While leaning towards him to tell him something his dog bit my thigh. That was a night to remember! Luckily the dog was healthy and I didn't need stitches, just a few hours in the emergency room and a prescription for antibiotics that I never took. His dog was just protecting him and I was glad he had that kind of support.
Anyway, I'm knitting. If you want to knit, need supplies, instructions, etc. you know where to email me. If you want to donate finished goods to the cause you can send them to me at PO Box 1824, Naugatuck, CT 06770 and I will hand them out. If you want to come with me to distribute these gifts I'll be doing so in a few weeks and I'd love the company. Let me know & thanks :)
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Friends!!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
To make a scarf
A knit stitch.
Thousands of them.
Oatmeal wool yarn.
Click a needle
onto another.
Make a stitch.
Carry over a stitch
to create fabric.
Fabric made from stitches.
I knit. I knit and
watch surgery.
I watch family.
I knit stitches.
I knit.
I knit for days.
Thousands of them.
Oatmeal wool yarn.
Click a needle
onto another.
Make a stitch.
Carry over a stitch
to create fabric.
Fabric made from stitches.
I knit. I knit and
watch surgery.
I watch family.
I knit stitches.
I knit.
I knit for days.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
On the lighter side must be from the past - and also not so much on the lightter side...
From Coffee News, Oct. 19, 2009
Imagine if birds were tickled by feathers.
What do you get when you cross a porcupine with a sheep? An animal that knits its own sweaters.
A guy walked into the doctor's office with a lettuce leaf sticking out of one ear. "That's just the tip of the iceberg."
What kills 99 percent of all known computer germs? MS Dos.
Someone should push the "Down" button on her escalator shoes.
What is the longest word in the English language? Smiles- because there's a mile between the first and last letter.
He's a second-story man; no one ever believes his first story.
Suburbia: Where they tear out the trees and then name streets after them.
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I miss the spell check in the compose mode of blogger. I better get over this crankiness! I'm starting to bum myself out. Last night I learned that Venus was retrograde when I was born. It was in Aquarius when normally it would have been in Taurus or Gemini (moving forward). This may not mean much, the fact that it was retrograde, but it plays a big part in how I act around people I am attracted to. Venus, being the love planet and all has a major effect on these things. Instead of being my usual fiery self to attract a mate I turn inward (what a retrograde typically asks one to do) and become much more intellectual, shy, less affectionate and so on. Wow. It's funny that the more I learn about astrology and how my aspects work the more it makes sense. I absolutely do all of those things when I have feelings for someone. So in essence I give the wrong idea to people I don't like and the wrong idea to those I do. Whatever. I'm sure that if someone was really meant for me they would know or I'd tell them straight out. I've also noticed that during a Venus retrograde, which happened earlier this year and lasted to April is a time that I made major love related decisions. Normally a retrograde period is not a good time for decisions, but a time to evaluate and finalize later.
So this over-sharing thing...It's been happening a lot lately. It's how I am and how I've always wanted to be! Whatever I got you can have, too. I was recently looking into this technique/movement called Radical Honesty and the founder says there is no such thing as over-sharing. I've always wanted to give it all. I guess that way if someone benefits from something I've been through or something I know it's ripe for the picking. I love information. Sifting is a great quality, just take what you need. I've had a few intuitive readings done for me over the years, only two from people I don't know, and the last one was in August. She told me not to talk about my business. I wonder about that. Does it matter? Oh well.
I like how this blogging thing allows for self-discovery. Typing and revealing a mood but at the same time seeing the words and being able to view the mood from afar. Detachment so things work out in the process. I suppose this is what confessionalism is? Why so much backlash on the confessionalists? If you don't want to read it you don't have to. I think the reason people say they don't like it is because they don't want to admit they enjoy diving into the lives of other people. Here's a quote from Wikipedia's Confessional poetry page: Thomas Poole: "I could inform the dullest author how he might write an interesting book — let him relate the events of his own life with honesty — not disguising the feelings that accompanied them."[6]
I've struggled a bit with the 'pimping out of one's self' in this regard...but I think it's more connection based. It's not prostitution it's just relaying honesty for the sake of it. We do a lot of playing around and showing certain faces to the world depending on the situation. It's so nice to just be. If I'm cranky so be it. If I'm filled with a tsunami of joy I'll happily knock you over. I'm blabbering, but hey! It's all good. It's also OK to be not OK.
PS: The article linked to from the Radical Honesty text above is very interesting. I don't think I could really do it. Not all the time and not in every situation, but it makes a valid case. Being 100% honest all the time. Even relaying thoughts you'd probably never act on...not sure about that. But what do I know? If that guy is so honest with himself why does he drink so much?!
Tears for Fears is on the radio!! I love them :)
Imagine if birds were tickled by feathers.
What do you get when you cross a porcupine with a sheep? An animal that knits its own sweaters.
A guy walked into the doctor's office with a lettuce leaf sticking out of one ear. "That's just the tip of the iceberg."
What kills 99 percent of all known computer germs? MS Dos.
Someone should push the "Down" button on her escalator shoes.
What is the longest word in the English language? Smiles- because there's a mile between the first and last letter.
He's a second-story man; no one ever believes his first story.
Suburbia: Where they tear out the trees and then name streets after them.
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I miss the spell check in the compose mode of blogger. I better get over this crankiness! I'm starting to bum myself out. Last night I learned that Venus was retrograde when I was born. It was in Aquarius when normally it would have been in Taurus or Gemini (moving forward). This may not mean much, the fact that it was retrograde, but it plays a big part in how I act around people I am attracted to. Venus, being the love planet and all has a major effect on these things. Instead of being my usual fiery self to attract a mate I turn inward (what a retrograde typically asks one to do) and become much more intellectual, shy, less affectionate and so on. Wow. It's funny that the more I learn about astrology and how my aspects work the more it makes sense. I absolutely do all of those things when I have feelings for someone. So in essence I give the wrong idea to people I don't like and the wrong idea to those I do. Whatever. I'm sure that if someone was really meant for me they would know or I'd tell them straight out. I've also noticed that during a Venus retrograde, which happened earlier this year and lasted to April is a time that I made major love related decisions. Normally a retrograde period is not a good time for decisions, but a time to evaluate and finalize later.
So this over-sharing thing...It's been happening a lot lately. It's how I am and how I've always wanted to be! Whatever I got you can have, too. I was recently looking into this technique/movement called Radical Honesty and the founder says there is no such thing as over-sharing. I've always wanted to give it all. I guess that way if someone benefits from something I've been through or something I know it's ripe for the picking. I love information. Sifting is a great quality, just take what you need. I've had a few intuitive readings done for me over the years, only two from people I don't know, and the last one was in August. She told me not to talk about my business. I wonder about that. Does it matter? Oh well.
I like how this blogging thing allows for self-discovery. Typing and revealing a mood but at the same time seeing the words and being able to view the mood from afar. Detachment so things work out in the process. I suppose this is what confessionalism is? Why so much backlash on the confessionalists? If you don't want to read it you don't have to. I think the reason people say they don't like it is because they don't want to admit they enjoy diving into the lives of other people. Here's a quote from Wikipedia's Confessional poetry page: Thomas Poole: "I could inform the dullest author how he might write an interesting book — let him relate the events of his own life with honesty — not disguising the feelings that accompanied them."[6]
I've struggled a bit with the 'pimping out of one's self' in this regard...but I think it's more connection based. It's not prostitution it's just relaying honesty for the sake of it. We do a lot of playing around and showing certain faces to the world depending on the situation. It's so nice to just be. If I'm cranky so be it. If I'm filled with a tsunami of joy I'll happily knock you over. I'm blabbering, but hey! It's all good. It's also OK to be not OK.
PS: The article linked to from the Radical Honesty text above is very interesting. I don't think I could really do it. Not all the time and not in every situation, but it makes a valid case. Being 100% honest all the time. Even relaying thoughts you'd probably never act on...not sure about that. But what do I know? If that guy is so honest with himself why does he drink so much?!
Tears for Fears is on the radio!! I love them :)
12:12
It's Rabbit Rabbit or time to make a wish and kiss your hand and tap your forehead with said kissed hand. I'm at a loss for words. I have a dumb feeling while I'm sitting here. Not even sure why I'm bothering to type this all out. Friends are coming in forty five minutes. Is time supposed to be hyphenated? I just read an essay about how books are going to disappear due to electronic distribution. The book is a Jew in Nazi time (I paraphrase). ? What? Now, the only reason I knew this article existed was through google reader, which took me to a blog, which told me more about the essay, which took me to the ONLINE lit magazine that hosted the essay. Why didn' he hire the pony express to deliver scrolls of this essay to everyone? I'm being cranky and I love books, too! But there is nothing wrong with choice. Ebook or hardcopy, who cares? If someone who isn't going to buy a print books still wants to read your work in electronic form are you going to say no? Sharing ideas and passion and creativity can happen through any medium. Let the reader decide which is preferable.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Wonky Glitter Ball (Roger Hiorns - Seizure)
This is amazing. I wish I was in London and could go see it. I love how it's toxic and in a condemned building. That would never happen here, there would be a rope at the door or something. He's up for a prize the Turner Prize this year. Here's what the telegraph had to say in response to his nomination:
The sculptor Roger Hiorns works in so many different mediums it is hard to know where to begin: soap bubbles, fire, detergent, perfume and dangerous chemicals. In Seizure, his project sponsored by Artangel last year, he covered the interior of a bedsit in an East End council estate with copper sulphate. After a couple of weeks, blue crystals had grown over every surface, transforming an architectural space most of us wouldn’t have looked at twice into an Aladdin’s cave that – as in all the best fairytales – had more than a whiff of danger about it. To see the work, we had to clomp around wearing boots and protective gloves, scared to brush against the walls, transfixed by its crystalline magic, and aware that even during the short time we’d spent in the flat, the chemicals were eating the walls and floors away just as our own lives were being devoured by time.
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