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another project is nearing completion. much to be excited about. may take several weeks to a few months to finish. must put all my energy into it. hope you check it out. will post it here when it’s done.
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We’ve been looking for ways out of this dark hole.
Together we clawed at the earth until our fingers bled.
I left a tooth in the dirt after biting into it.
I want to leave this underground dampness.
I want to experience the surgery of the surface of the earth
And not watch myself get poked by bladed worm after [...]
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I smelled the apocalypse coming and I ran like a rat with pearl in her mouth. I smelled the apocalypse coming and I ran like a rat with copper in her mouth. I smelled the fire coming and I ran like a rat with wire through her tongue. My elephant waits for me next to [...]
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animal skeleton slideshow
new york times slideshow with photos by Patrick Gries
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i want your temperature
tonight i don’t feel well. but i know i’ll feel better in the morning because i always feel better in the morning. something about sleep is so healing. i want you to be here with me so i can show you how much someone needs to listen to me. i have so much to say. [...]
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gray days
i have writers block. i’ve always had it. since the beginning. and it just got worse. i got worse. as i got better i got worse. the time between pages grew longer. the pauses between words stretched out forever. it feels good to say it: i have writers block. or i have some kind of [...]
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together we stole from the ocean thirteen elephants who didn’t belong there. we tied them to huge trees and set them on fire and watched them react without pain but rather the biting of their own trunks. we smiled like how we thought an elephant might smile and then we walked away to catch a [...]
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sometimes my right shoulder hurts really bad
sometimes i wake up at 11am and don’t eat until 2pm
sometimes i wake up at 11am and don’t get out of bed until 2pm
sometimes i think about how life would be better if i had a sister
sometimes i think about how life would be better if i didn’t grow [...]
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a quarter to midnight
dust, television, spiderwebs, glass of water, lamp light, bare feet, red paint, wool sweater, siren, 62 pages left to read in book, smudge on glasses, stillness, closed window, 53 degrees, closed curtains, longing, laughter, clothes on bed, looking for insects, cluttered desk, washer and dryer both off, anger, hardwood floors, commercials, anxious, sagging face, resentment, [...]
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early morning/late morning
bamboo, male house finch, warm, sleepless, sun, npr, degenerate art ensemble, lint, bird seed, bamboo falling onto the tree, tulips, email, change positions, daydream, reflecting light, hole in linen pants, thinking about sewing, what’s for breakfast, going back to sleep, read, oatmeal, red bed sheets, cornmeal, butterfly, more bamboo, skin, mosquitoes will be here soon, [...]
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potluck
i checked out three books and three DVDs from the library. my receipt only says i checked out three books and one DVD. i have now been put in a position to make the choice to steal or not to steal. but it’s not that hard. i’m going to take everything back on the day [...]
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did you not like my last note. it was sent exactly a year ago from today. it was a bit lenient on authenticity, much like most notes i sent to you. i was just thinking of subway cars and their inherently ballsy way of bringing attention to themselves and i thought oh, yes, that was [...]
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introduction
i was introduced to the world
and the introduction continues.
do you understand why i have a lack of ears and eyes to open up to…
because i don’t want to move out into the world, i don’t like it very much.
i want people to come into mine
but you’d have to be willing to navigate the veins of [...]
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institutions
a week ago i ripped up and completely destroyed the paper copies of almost everything i’ve ever written. last night i destroyed all of the remaining computer files.
i did it. i kept only six pieces of writing. 6.
i don’t miss any of it. i was glad to see it go.
kinda like taking off an eskimo [...]
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i can only smell it, humanity
it must have something to do with support or lack of support or because the number of black spots on the walls of my blood-pumping heart is growing rapidly. small heart attacks. i’m healthy. i’ve been eating well. i take care of myself as much as i can. but every time i trip up, slip [...]
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your famous tortoise
whoa, is that a helicopter. no an elephant.
such simple mistakes i’ve been making. planting hard boiled eggs in soil. drawing blood with spaghetti. cuddling with the bones at the graveyard. kissing hot coals. polishing hay. sitting on lit candles. scooping out the center of teeth. vaccinating the immune.
have you learned from poetry and the poets. [...]
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plumage
have i written it before, not too long ago. i hope not to repeat myself:
i’ve been pulling pieces of my brain out from my nose and ears.
it’s embarrassing.
the whole truth of the past comes pouring out and i have to remember it: it’s like looking at little television screens embedded in the brain [...]
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on the parody of control
sheep/
clavicle
northern/
each year…
each moment…
embarrassing(
if not to keep my mouth closed
and the body postured stiff)
today and only today, i want to hear a deep voice,
particular,
miss everything
i imagined,
every delusional
plumage reaching out to me.
bee/
apostrophe/
formal boss.
however
cream/
proof–
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my goodness, i’ve been such neglectful fingers as much has been extending in my thoughts and ambitions:
i’ve decided to go study with the artists and writers. i’ve found five places in all sections of the country. they call it graduate school. and i, so academically challenged and hysterical, must cut my long [...]
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bark removed
i often think of your face. i was on a yellow boat today and i sat with eyes closed and skin and muscle as loose as they can be during these psychological times. the wind was good, the rocking pleasant, i saw the exact mathematical shape of each wave in my head as [...]
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writing is difficult, avoiding figures of speech is is easy. i remember the ice no one wanted to sell me. i said to them, i’m doing vascular surgery and i need to slow my system down. there was a long pause then a long group laughter and i walked away. i [...]
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i’m writing again and having writer’s block again.
my body continuously changes from solid to gas and back to solid again.
sometimes i am moth-like and bitter in my intentions when i am cutting open cocoons.
i am trying to stop but apparently it is as addictive as heroin.
the heaviness sill lingers.
i don’t know if i’ve ever had [...]
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i wouldn’t know what to to do with a man’s love if it was given to me. one shouldn’t waste their time with me in my bed, my bathtub, my hands. you must be trying to trick me if you’re interested. waiting to ask me to the dance to pour pigs blood [...]
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