Want
Dusk births a weird teeming. Burrows
in the eye. Animals made of dusk
emerge from the night’s hide.
In her nightclothes she creeps out
among them. They are shuffle & breath,
licking their pelts. Leaning, in the dark,
toward presence. They circle & scent.
She is a blot in the field, & she wants
to be with them, to touch them, to know
what [...]
Archive for August, 2008
Fliff! Fliff! Ain’t even countin’ it! (2 poims)
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged a public space, claire hero, dorothea lasky, fliff, pomes on August 29, 2008 | 5 Comments »
The Man with the Blue Guitar
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged hemingway, wallace fucking stevens on August 14, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Wallace Stevens once drunkenly punched Hemingway in the face, breaking his hand. Source
God I fucking love that man.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged circle jerks, college, dan beachy-quick, dr. roth, gravity's rainbow, thomas pynchon on August 12, 2008 | 7 Comments »
Today I gave up forever on being a lover of Thomas Pynchon. Dr. Roth would be desperately disappointed in me, but I just couldn’t hack those 887 pages of jumble-garble. I got 50 pages into Gravity\’s Rainbow, still had no idea what the fuck was going on, and every time I tried to really devote [...]
