Not a word I uttered
reached his ear
so this is to say,
yes.
Out with a friend to
sing our
blues
away
with fake plastic
salt shakers in hand.
Make light of those
truly wanted things
until they pop up through
weeded sidewalks
and tear your jeans.
Drink white tea on cold
autumn nights
snuggled next to
your honey.
When your loves go
away to meet their
storybook princes,
think of me fondly
or write me affections.
I dare delusions whilst
doing the same.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Somewhere in Southern MA
Doesn't life often resemble this image? Foggy images overlapping what appears at first glance to resemble a person but is actually a blow up doll in garish clothing tied to a telephone poll?
A low cloud day
The double chocolate milanos for lunch
the 'ominous coulds.'
dim there is sugar
flickers in this t
the power went out
so we went for a drive to Massachusetts.
the 'ominous coulds.'
dim there is sugar
flickers in this t
the power went out
so we went for a drive to Massachusetts.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Looks like you were born be a Wonkerer
This movie is perfect. This movie was made because the producer's daughter suggested it be made into a movie after reading the book. This movie is the only movie I've ever seen where the movie is better than the book. Willy Wonka is like Jesus. He's some guy who's figured it out. Mr. Wonka created his dream world, saves an endangered species by hiring them to work in his dream world, doesn't have to talk to people he doesn't want to, has the best wardrobe ever, has crazy hair, fakes out an audience by coming out of seclusion with a cane and then falling and then doing a summersault and then jumping up, is witty, is honest, is caring and loving, is my hero, creates whatever he wants to, ties it all together because it is all under one roof, has a wonkavator, has the world's only chocolate river that is churned by chocolate, made up a fruit and turned it into my favorite candle scent, has lickable wallpaper for nursery room walls, has an office where everything is cut in half, employs Mr. Wilkinson who pretends to be Slugworth and a shrink, changed my life and continues to inspire me daily, would be my religion if I had one, transports chocolate bars by television, is not self-conscious, doesn't need to win the lottery to be happy, creates world-wide pandemonium, understands the brilliance of children, invented exploding candy for your enemies but hasn't gotten it quite right yet.
The whole movie can be viewed on Youtube.com, here's a link to the first part.
"If the good lord had intended us to walk, he wouldn't have invented roller skates"
From what I learned off the dvd commentary, the suds used were very itchy. It's the stuff sprayed on planes to melt ice. Genius!
"I told you not to, silly boy"
I had the song he sings while on the bike typed as my screensaver at my last office job. One day my boss walked by my vacant desk and read it. When I got back he asked if he should know what it was. He was confused. Just an example of how wrong the job was for me...lol
Last but not least, here is the scene that gets cut 90% of the time if you see it on tv. It's hoakey but it's a musical so it's supposed to be.
PS:
Haha, it's just a test. You really win. The chocolate, but so much more. Try...The Grand and Glorious Jackpot!
Sephyrus Press has a blog
I don't know if this is streamlining or expanding, but I made a blog for Sephyrus Press. The links to books that were on the side of this blog have been moved over. It's exciting, it's colorful, it's alien-zine filled!
It's all there in purple and blue, clear as crystal! You stole fizzy lifting drinks, the ceiling now has to washed and sterilized- so you get nothing! Good Day!
(courtesy of Willy Wonka, or really the screenwriter Roald Dahl, himself except for the purple and blue part. And of course, you get much more than nothing)
It's all there in purple and blue, clear as crystal! You stole fizzy lifting drinks, the ceiling now has to washed and sterilized- so you get nothing! Good Day!
(courtesy of Willy Wonka, or really the screenwriter Roald Dahl, himself except for the purple and blue part. And of course, you get much more than nothing)
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Why oh why didn't I label?
Was I too cool to label my posts? What was I thinking? Now it's difficult to figure out what to label them as. I don't really like labels. I guess I want to organize. Hmm. How in depth do you go with this? In my Quickbooks software it says to be very general to keep things simple. I was fine with that in accounting...(I'm bad at accounting) but blogging is so different. Even if there are 7 poem posts I don't know that I want to call them poems. I started out just writing, not even knowing they were poems. I am not entirely comfortable with writing poems. Maybe this is an identity issue. Maybe I'm freaking out at being labeled myself. Take off my labels. I don't like them. They itch. They cause redness. They make me fall over ottomans. If I start labeling my posts maybe they will fall over, too. I wouldn't want that. Maybe being more searchable isn't necessarily a good thing. Maybe I should make people dig. That's fun, like a corn maize. It's that time of year. Let's get lost in eachother's blogs.
Poetic Astrology? Sure!
Three of the horoscopes in the weekly Free Will Astrology newsletter contain references to poetry. If your sign is not included and you wish to see it, go here. How fun :) Rob Brezsny's book Pronoia has just been released in a revised and expanded edition. It's chock full of greatness.
PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): "Tenderness and rot / share a border," writes
the U.S. Poet Laureate Kay Ryan in one of her poems. "And rot is an /
aggressive neighbor / whose iridescence / keeps creeping over." Your job
in the coming week, Pisces, is to reinforce that border -- with a triple-
thick wall, if necessary -- so that the rot cannot possibly ooze over and
infect tenderness. It is especially important right now that the sweet,
deep intimacy you dole out and stimulate will not get corrupted by
falseness or sentimentality. I urge you to stir up the smartest affection
you have ever created.
ARIES (March 21-April 19): The poet Stephen Mallarmé wrote the
following in a letter to a friend: "I don't know which of my internal
climates I should explore in order to find you and meet you." I love that
passage. It alludes to one of the central facts about the nature of reality:
The quality of your consciousness is crucial in determining whether you'll
be able to attract the resources that are essential to your dreams coming
true. In order to get what you want, you have to work on yourself at least
as hard as you work on the world around you. This is always true, of
course, but it's especially true for you now, Aries.
VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): One of the best modern Turkish poets was
Seyfettin Bascillar, who worked as a meat inspector in New Jersey for
many years before his death in 2002. Nobel Prize-winning poet Czes_aw
Mi_osz lived in Berkeley, California for over four decades while writing his
books in Polish, his native tongue. Iceland's great poet of the 20th
century, Stephan G. Stephansson, lived in Canada most of his life but
always wrote in Icelandic. These people remind me of what you're going
through: striving to do what comes natural and authentic in a situation
very different from the place where you first learned to be natural and
authentic. The interesting fact of the matter is that this feeling of
displacement could very well be key to your success.
Contents of the Free Will Astrology Newsletter are Copyright
2009 Rob Brezsny
PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): "Tenderness and rot / share a border," writes
the U.S. Poet Laureate Kay Ryan in one of her poems. "And rot is an /
aggressive neighbor / whose iridescence / keeps creeping over." Your job
in the coming week, Pisces, is to reinforce that border -- with a triple-
thick wall, if necessary -- so that the rot cannot possibly ooze over and
infect tenderness. It is especially important right now that the sweet,
deep intimacy you dole out and stimulate will not get corrupted by
falseness or sentimentality. I urge you to stir up the smartest affection
you have ever created.
ARIES (March 21-April 19): The poet Stephen Mallarmé wrote the
following in a letter to a friend: "I don't know which of my internal
climates I should explore in order to find you and meet you." I love that
passage. It alludes to one of the central facts about the nature of reality:
The quality of your consciousness is crucial in determining whether you'll
be able to attract the resources that are essential to your dreams coming
true. In order to get what you want, you have to work on yourself at least
as hard as you work on the world around you. This is always true, of
course, but it's especially true for you now, Aries.
VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): One of the best modern Turkish poets was
Seyfettin Bascillar, who worked as a meat inspector in New Jersey for
many years before his death in 2002. Nobel Prize-winning poet Czes_aw
Mi_osz lived in Berkeley, California for over four decades while writing his
books in Polish, his native tongue. Iceland's great poet of the 20th
century, Stephan G. Stephansson, lived in Canada most of his life but
always wrote in Icelandic. These people remind me of what you're going
through: striving to do what comes natural and authentic in a situation
very different from the place where you first learned to be natural and
authentic. The interesting fact of the matter is that this feeling of
displacement could very well be key to your success.
Contents of the Free Will Astrology Newsletter are Copyright
2009 Rob Brezsny
Monday, October 5, 2009
almost asleep
waving, stomping
the grasp of a hand
to assist you from your chair
redness on faces
crossed aisle
fall onto water breezes
tears of frustration
burning eye
the grasp of a hand
to assist you from your chair
redness on faces
crossed aisle
fall onto water breezes
tears of frustration
burning eye
Saturday, October 3, 2009
spinal tap at work not involving needles but sitting backside to a large box.
It wasn't my work.
There was a staff meeting called after hours, it was a cafe or a futuristic pizza place, where everyone
was sitting on tables and waiting their turns for the spinal tap machine.
I sat next to a blond man on the table, waiting for my friend, and we held hands.
He then melted into a belt buckle and attached to my pants so I walked him around the table a few times.
We sat back on the table, he unmelted, thanked me for the walk, reached into his pocket and gave me his card.
There was a staff meeting called after hours, it was a cafe or a futuristic pizza place, where everyone
was sitting on tables and waiting their turns for the spinal tap machine.
I sat next to a blond man on the table, waiting for my friend, and we held hands.
He then melted into a belt buckle and attached to my pants so I walked him around the table a few times.
We sat back on the table, he unmelted, thanked me for the walk, reached into his pocket and gave me his card.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Observation, Authenticity and Decision Making
If you look straight ahead the illusion is gone.
The periphery contains the contrast of what
we chose to be.
Authenticity often seems out of reach. I was raised in Connecticut and all the thrift store shopping and indie music listening won't take that out of me. There is an opening, though. Now, tomorrow and for the next few years the layers of societal morés are being stripped away. Today is a fine example of what this will feel like more often down the road.
I'm preparing notes to teach a new class on expression and was brainstorming in my head on what focus to take. The word decision came to mind immediately. Of the countless decisions we make daily how many are made based on personal preference? When we are at work we use company guidelines; at the clothing store we chose the appropriate choice to fit a dresscode, conform to age appropriateness, conceal body-image issues, etc. We eat what we think we should for health reasons, because a commercial tells us to, because there's a drive-through and we only have thirty minutes for lunch, because our kids will only eat certain foods... It's no wonder that people have no clue what they want, they never even get a chance to practice on small things.
Artistic activities can be a place to make decisions based on personal preference as long as one is not caught up in the audience or using standard materials. There is nothing wrong with painting on canvas but we should not overlook the other materials just because we are trained to. Do you think about the preferences of the reader when writing or do you simply let your own expressions out?
We can start from scratch with this to develop a sense of communion with our spirit by making small decisions like what to eat for lunch or which socks to wear with a particular outfit based on what lights your soul instead of our default mental programming. In doing so we'll begin to feel a connection to life again. Passion and enthusiasm come from identifying and expressing true desires and authenticity emerges out of these occurences.
The periphery contains the contrast of what
we chose to be.
Authenticity often seems out of reach. I was raised in Connecticut and all the thrift store shopping and indie music listening won't take that out of me. There is an opening, though. Now, tomorrow and for the next few years the layers of societal morés are being stripped away. Today is a fine example of what this will feel like more often down the road.
I'm preparing notes to teach a new class on expression and was brainstorming in my head on what focus to take. The word decision came to mind immediately. Of the countless decisions we make daily how many are made based on personal preference? When we are at work we use company guidelines; at the clothing store we chose the appropriate choice to fit a dresscode, conform to age appropriateness, conceal body-image issues, etc. We eat what we think we should for health reasons, because a commercial tells us to, because there's a drive-through and we only have thirty minutes for lunch, because our kids will only eat certain foods... It's no wonder that people have no clue what they want, they never even get a chance to practice on small things.
Artistic activities can be a place to make decisions based on personal preference as long as one is not caught up in the audience or using standard materials. There is nothing wrong with painting on canvas but we should not overlook the other materials just because we are trained to. Do you think about the preferences of the reader when writing or do you simply let your own expressions out?
We can start from scratch with this to develop a sense of communion with our spirit by making small decisions like what to eat for lunch or which socks to wear with a particular outfit based on what lights your soul instead of our default mental programming. In doing so we'll begin to feel a connection to life again. Passion and enthusiasm come from identifying and expressing true desires and authenticity emerges out of these occurences.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
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