Monday, March 15, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
and then
I've been thinking
more than I've been writing, at least...
and perhaps a bit too much at that.
But I know exactly what I need.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Flight 281, Chicago to Pittsburgh. Or, April 1, 1968
Ahead of me, an old man
takes his time removing his
belt and shoes before
stepping through the frame.
“Listen, man, there’s a bunch
of us got places to go.”
Later on, another announcement
would delay the flight at least
half an hour. Unison groans of
disapproval.
The old man would smile and
continue rehashing his part
in Operation Pegasus and a few
of us stranded travelers would
chew on every word,
wide-eyed.
The terrified look in his eyes reminded me
that if the worst thing I have to deal with
is a short flight delay,
I haven’t got it that bad.
Monday, March 1, 2010
night lights
If there's one thing
you don't get from
the city, its the cool
blue glow of the moon.
Come to think of it,
I don't remember the last
time I saw the moon.
I don't remember the last
time I looked up at the sky.
An act in vain, in the city.
Bandit
It's cold in the room so
naturally I have a
sweatshirt on with the hood
up. Someone comes in and
says "Jesus you look like
a freakin' robber, all
hunched over with your hood
up and stuff." Well, sorry,
but it gets cold up here.
What kind of burglar sits
down at his victim's lap-
top and writes poetry,
anyway?
Friday, February 26, 2010
The forgetting of myself
Save the elderly couple
walking down Craig,
down the center,
mind you,
as the snow's made it
inaccessible otherwise,
(and as the sidewalks are
altogether. Inaccessible,
I mean.)
the streets are barren.
Save the elderly couple.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Note to self:
I love airports,
and everything about them.
The people, the atmosphere,
the architecture,
the lines.
The lines.
More about that later,
I've a flight to catch, and
a book to read. About a house.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
things to do now til then
1. learn about finance
2. purchase things, but not too many
3. sol
4. pack your bags
5. wear sunglasses
6. syd barrett
7. don't fall in the snow
8. don't fall in the show
9. your stars my stars only impulse find sky motherless
10. Ten
11. chicago
12. write a thing
13. oh god, write a thing
14. discover an event to talk about
15. chicago
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Remember for a second:
Joni Violet.
And then also,
This.
Always beware.
I loved Joni Violet. I still do.
I miss you, Joni, and everything you do.
Snow.
PS. Please note the comments under Joni's post. We used to have those, me and You. We don't anymore, do we? I miss those too.
Monday, February 8, 2010
You can still find me
Cervical spinal nerve roots C1-C7
correspond with upper aspects of
vertebral bodies. Sensation of C7
nerve is for the
middle finger.
Bone notch at the base of the neck is C7.
C8 and lower spinal nerve roots
leave below the corresponding
vertebral body.
Sensation of T4 spinal nerve
is approximately level with the
nipple line.
Sensation of T6 spinal nerve root
is approximately level with the
bottom of the sternum.
Sensation of T10 spinal nerve root
is approximately level with the abdomen.
Sensation of T12 spinal nerve root is
approximately level with the
pubic bone.
The spinal cord ends approximately
between L1 and L2!
Sacral cord segments (S1-S5 "Cauda Equina")
are level with T12-L1 Vertebrae!
The
sensations
of lumbar nerves are over the legs!!
THE SACRAL VERTEBRAE ARE FUSED TO MAKE UP THE SACRUM.
THE COCCYGEAL VERTEBRAE ARE FUSED TO
MAKE THE COCCYX OR "TAIL BONE".
SENSATION OF S3, S4, AND S5 NERVES IS THE PERINEAL
(GENITAL)
AREA!!
Monday, February 1, 2010
Where have i been all this time?
insufficient memory to execute command.
the fear of God.
peppermint.
postcards.
write a scene write a scene
and
rain.
pain.
spinal column, nevada.
insufficient space.
you've lost all
space.
focus.
focus.
space.
scene.
scene.
write a scene involving food.
FOOD. but don't eat it.
play
with
me,
chicago.mulhollandDRIVE
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
lou
There's an echo coming from the
shadows (which make no sound according
to science.)
Have you ever heard the echo of no sound?
Have you ever heard the echo
of no sound?
Of no sound?
Have you ever heard the echo of a shadow?
Have you ever heard the
ec ho of th e
I can't be here.
Not here.
Not without...
I really do feel sick, I want you
to know that.
THRASHING AROUND I EMPTIED MY GAZE
from the solitary confines of THIS
brain...or...
the shadows. Yes, yes,
they are back again, despite the
medddicine I've not been taking.
Taking.
I've given up freely, the insincerity
of your idea of what is truth. You.
Youu. I'll deal with You in a minute,
friend. My friend. THRASHING.
I spat upon the wall, rubbing in
the saliva, I stuck my finger through
the chalky plaster, concealing
my escape.
a murder of crows
a murder of crows
a murder of crows
murder of crows
if it will
find
one way or another
one way
i removed my kin
it just came off
in flakes
missplaced
i can't
a murder of crows
OH SO WE ARE BACK TO THIS
i can't bring myself to
oh, but you know...
i am sorely affected by the
preceding events.
(even surprisingly so)
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
business
Just please let me get back to my writing class.
Its my only creative outlet all week.
I thought a night class would be great
because I could sit there for 2 1/2 hours
in a class I like. I didn't even think about
not having it at all for the rest of the week.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Flowing more freely than wine
Never frightened of leaving it,
Everyone weaving it,
Coming on strong all the time,
All through the day, I me mine.
International Beatles Freaks Day.
Celebrate.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
one road
Trees are best when bare
and coated in sleeves of snow.
I've got a road that is lined
with them for miles. It's great
in the summer because
the leaves shield the sun,
leaving columns of sunlight
to filter through
the pollen ridden air.
But in the winter...
Thursday, January 7, 2010
the best
I mean, it's easy to say its the same now.
Everything's the same now as it was.
Even a month ago. Two weeks ago.
Yesterday.
It's not though.
Nothing ever is.
Especially nothing like this.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Friday, December 25, 2009
sometimes i know people that are too cool for comfort
haaa and the DOWNHILL sllopeeee begins
and if you'd show me a way to the exit
then GOD i would appreciate that i'll be
there, but i'll be late, and if you could
please excuse the cover, i believe i am
far too cool to bother. and if you could
please excuse the SARcasm i'll be on my way
and just don't even bother, i'm not even
TRYING here. you know of course, it's not all
about FORM AND SPACE, but that's only MOST
of it sometimes, its ORIGINALITY THAT MATTERS
and you know its not even ABOUT THAT.
be right back, i just got a text.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
oh, X is for Chi
The buzz on the TV is growing
(drilling)
and the lights in the room are dimming
(dying)
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
I need home,
merry Christ's Mass
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Two Sided Printing - Flip On Short Edge
I learned about "Flip on Short Edge" last night. After walking 20 minutes in -1 degree weather, I made it to the printing lab to print out my chapbook. I did so, and trudged back through a Pittsburgh December to my house. I sat down to staple together the packet only to find that when you print 2 sided, the default sets the back sides of the pages to be UPSIDE DOWN in reference to the front side. Apparently its good for CHARTS. Well NOT FOR CHAPBOOKS. I guess "Flip on Short Edge" is the setting I needed. Its so cold. So horribly cold. I was trying to be prepared. Now I have to go print it and put it together using the Just In Time technique.
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