February 2012
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March 2011
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February 2011
2 posts
January 2011
2 posts
a taxonomy of bruises
contusio luctus: a bruise located beneath the rib-cage stemming from grief
contusio amore irremunderato: a bruise blossoming ever-black from unrequited love (or requited love at a distance)
contusio existentialis: a bruise created throughout the flesh by the daily pummeling of existence
December 2010
1 post
November 2010
1 post
“When they say Don’t I know you?
say no.
When they invite you to the party...”
– The Art of Disappearing by Naomi Shihab Nye
Via been thinking (via travelhighlights)
October 2010
5 posts
September 2010
2 posts
August 2010
9 posts
Greetings from the Handshake of the Earth! Let me describe for you the landscape of my heart right now. It’s an impossible labyrinth. Which is good, I think. If I were to stop and look at what’s going on in there right now, I might overheat and concuss.
But this oh this. Earlier in the week we all slept at the waterfront. Alastair’s come back and he asked me how I was doing, how...
My Brother Used To Restart His Watch By Holding It...
[Hi! I thought I’d share a new poem. I hope that’s ok with you.]
In a corner-cutting effort, he carried the sofa and television outside to the backyard, drew the extension cord from the garage, and played video games all summer. Outdoors.
When he was 15, he snuck into an R-rated movie and said that he saw at least 27 boobs. That didn’t seem right. Maybe he blinked.
Back home I...
A few days ago the entire staff was on the farmhouse porch receiving camp cleaning assignments. Heather listed a space and then listed people who were going to clean it. When she came to “cleaning the dishes and the dishroom,” she said, “Team leader on this is Geno, with his right hand man Anthony.” I’ve never been the right hand of anyone. I’m glad I’m...
Last week I accidentally interrupted an...
hey butts & butts. here are some —KAPOW!— bullet points for the past few weeks:
* On my day off today, I hiked up to THE LEDGE overlooking glorious Dan Hole Pond. There I slept for 40 minutes.
* I have won 20 games of knockout this summer. (I won five of them on Thursday.)
* We played this game called “Jetty Sock” where each cabin had to complete challenges at...
July 2010
2 posts
June 2010
4 posts
May 2010
10 posts
courtesy counts and that’s the TRUTH. (via)
April 2010
43 posts
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Reading Moby-Dick at 30,000 Feet
Tony Hoagland
At this height, Kansas is just a concept, a checkerboard design of wheat and corn
no larger than the foldout section of my neighbor’s travel magazine. At this stage of the journey
I would estimate the distance between myself and my own feelings is roughly the same as the mileage
from Seattle to New York, so I can lean back into the upholstered interval between Muzak and...
Happy Birthday Shakespeare!
Today is Shakespeare’s 446th birthday! Here is one of my favorite passages from 1 Henry IV:
HOTSPUR O gentlemen, the time of life is short! To spend that shortness basely were too long, If life did ride upon a dial’s point, Still ending at the arrival of an hour. An if we live, we live to tread on kings; If die, brave death, when princes die with us! Now, for our consciences, the arms...
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Divorce
Jack Gilbert
Woke up suddenly thinking I heard crying. Rushed through the dark house. Stopped, remembering. Stood looking out at bright moonlight on concrete.
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GREEN
Charlie
Green is just like Hulk. Green is just like grass. Green is just like a frog. Green is just like a coat. Green is just as Baby Shrek. Green is just as a Grasshopper. Green is just like crayons. Green is just as the color green.
[Note: I see Charlie only three more times before I’m relieved of my duties as Positive Peer Mentor for the year. Two weeks ago my supervisor gave me a...
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Skylab
Rolf Jacobsen
We’ve come so far, thought the astronaut as he swam around the capsule in his third week and by accident kicked a god in the eye —so far that there’s no difference anymore between up and down, north and south, heavy and light. And how, then, can we know righteousness.
So far. And weightless, in a sealed room we chase the sunrises at high speed and sicken with...
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Horrible Tangents
Victoria Kohn
While clearing the land, Walter accidentally chops down her favorite apple tree. She is in the cabin feeding the dog, which he forgot at the lumber yard earlier that morning. She is still not speaking to him. He walks toward the cabin, determined to tell her the truth. in the cabin, she remembers how awful being separated from Walter was, almost as awful as living with him now.
...
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Sunday in Glastonbury
Robert Bly
It is out in the flimsy suburbs, Where the light seems to shine through the walls.
My black shoes stand on the floor Like two open graves.
The curtains do not know what to hope for, But they are obedient.
How strange to think of India! Wealth is nothing but lack of people.