February 2010
for bunin & chris.
rib. cage. rib. cage. rib. cage. crib. RAGE.
msleadingballoonideas:
As some of you may know, I’m writing a “book” or realistically a collection of personal essays about my dating experiences.
Recently, one boy I have been sleeping with asked me if he was in the book.
I didn’t have any memorable experience with him, so I wasn’t planning on writing anything about him.
That changed…
…when he wet my bed.
HAHAHAHA.
Watchstudsmcgee:
Peter Gabriel’s cover of Flume by Bon Iver. WOW!!!!!!
I am my mother’s only one It’s enough I wear my garment so it shows Now you know Only love is all maroon Gluey feathers on a flume Sky is womb and she’s the moon I am my mother on the wall, with us all I move in water, shore to shore; Nothing’s more Only love is all maroon Lapping lakes...
high school
seeing a teacher outside of class is like seeing a deer in the center of a swimming pool.
kerri's response to the mullet donning "poet" on...
i just have one question for you, shakidouchebag, are you naturally a miserable person? or do you do this all in the name of “God?” Let me quote you, “know that everyone is equal but different and it is these differences which make us equal.” so, in good spirit i figured i would do you a favor (you can thank me later big boy!).. i researched the name of a children’s...
“ur slam team is more of a salami team, your phony. Half of your whole squad is...”
– more (facebook) brilliance from random dude sipping haterade…. bloody brilliant, i’d say. the stuff of nobel prizes.
what they won't say to your face, they'll say to...
random hater: I believe it was socrates who stated the mark of true genius is not admiting to your genius. The same i believe to be true of all things and in this case you are not all poets and if you are your not good… oh u a poet oh fuck you… i say this then you bring your (homer simpson girl voice) ‘nationally rated number 9 poetry team’ to cabs this wednesday night and we can battle your team vs. mine. If not, good i didn’t care anyway if so I’ll see you wednesday
my response: update from homer simpson girl voice: the poetry association of new paltz does not believe in putting other poets down, or acting aggressively towards anyone in the spoken word community, because that is our family. we compete at slams and only slams, afterward we party and love each other like you’d expect a family to. poets struggle enough to fight the dwindling job market, the schools that eliminate art classes when budgets are cut, and the societal pressure to “get a real job.” we celebrate the writing and performance of poetry, and do not create hostility in our favorite environment. the slam team at new paltz gives a lot of love, and thus receives it. you must have loved us at some point too, or you wouldn’t have clicked “become a fan of the suny new paltz slam team.” if you did it just to insult us, i hope you find as much time to devote to your craft as you do to belittle fellow poets, because you should really be able to back that talk up. we won’t be a cabs on wednesday, because we have a performance on campus that night in preparation for the gigantic slam we have coming up. the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
alvin lau: in amish country, there's a sign that says "THOU SHALT NOT PARK HERE." I rofl'd .
me: word, i have that same slogan tattooed on my lower back
texts from tonight.
omni: having a glass of wine at a wine bar called "therapy." something tells me this name selection wasn't thought out properly.
what people like me listen to at the gym.
today i synced my ipod with andrea gibson poems.
exercise 4c, poem on the verge of sleep.
must be hard. your mother was a matchstick. father was a washtub of gas. must be hard sleeping when you know you’ll just burn everything in your wake.
the girl who says nothing is wrong.
she blushes from his knuckles her lips become busted strawberries the vessels lining her eyes surface, as if trying to tell us something.
she believes all the girls are jealous or her new necklace. its chameleon color and how it shifts from purple, to jaundice, appears to be fingerpainted on.
she holds loose patches of hair as if her head were a garden his boot sole has flattened whole tufts of...
To Sin City, Your drive-thru chapels are so convenient. To marry a drunk man I just met, I don’t even have to leave my car. To marry the woman I love, I only have to abandon my biology. Such an entrepreneur! Turning marriage into business When you kiss the bride do you remember your mother Telling you not to keep money so close to your mouth?
translate a newspaper article into trimeter.
earthquake hits in haiti begin to build mass graves college campus students digging out their pockets say ‘every dollar saves.’ one hundred and fifty thousand, lost to seizures of the earth. my bathtub is too full now. my hands have never seemed so small.
WTF, a commentary.
i’ve never written anything iambic in my entire life. when i try to, it’s about buttsex?!?! see below.
#2- write an overheard conversation in blank verse
“Don’t talk about ménage a Trois, if it’s only us two Don’t talk about a phantom Girl, if she’s invisible.
Don’t talk about buttsex if You don’t intend to follow Through. To tempt me would be cruel And we know that you’re not cruel.”
“If you ever listened you’d Know that surely I don’t jest You can have your wishes, boy But you must give up for lent
Stop smoking your cigarettes ...
craft of poetry exercise 1b [read it out loud!]
drink this. don’t blink, kill her or kiss her just don’t sit there. slip her some kind of note, or knife cut her some kind of break, or check punch her, some kind of roofied fruit bowl pin her, dartboard someone’s daughter fuck her. or fuck her up. pluck her morals. pucker up, punk.
REASONS OMNI IS AN ASSHOLE:
1) when i am crying on the phone to him, he says, ‘hold on, someone wants to speak to you.’ then he puts someone on the telephone.
2) that someone is mike mcgee.
to dream of you is the only reason i go to sleep...
"harry potter is an enemy of god" -jesus camp
grace: some christians have the ability to speak in tongues. but not that many people can understand or speak the language.
megan: oh, so like parseltongue?
today, during an interview, a girl asked if there...
i like to paint but i can’t afford paint.
i like bikram yoga, but i haven’t taken care of my body the way i should have since i lived in new zealand.
i like to dance but haven’t taken classes since high school.
i like making CDs for people.
analyzing the human mind, figuring people out.
i like playing with video footage and making mini movie montages.
i like to battle the...
“i’d fight with you all day if i just got to kiss you at night.”
– valentine.
the yin & yang of my subconscious.
when you are horrible to me, i dream about kissing your face like it is melting icecream. when you are sweet, i catch you in these subconscious beds with other women and no foreseeable attempt to apologize. these dreams take the longest to die.
WHERE TO BE TONIGHT
Love, Redefined [Poetry & Spoken Word Showcase]
The Wild Project Theatre 195 East 3rd Street (btwn Ave. A&B) @ 9PM.
i’m featuring amongst: adam falkner, brian omni dillon, caroline rothstein, chris milea, fritz, eden connelly, edy, jahnilli akbar, kerri shaffer, sabrina gilbert, tracy soren & more!
