August 2009
7 posts
“Surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only what it considers to be shackles...”
– Dali
The Avenue
There is an avenue in my skull too—albeit one that is poorly maintained, cavernously pitted, strewn with rubble, whole segments blasted away; one that is curved, possibly circular, that, like the backgrounds in cartoons, maddeningly repeats itself; one that is ill-marked, with many a false turn-off and many a false vista; one that is skewed out of proportion, that is frequently unsafe, almost...
“I don’t do drugs. I AM drugs.”
– Salvador Dali
July 2009
9 posts
Why I Will Have Children
because it feels so complete to have a tiny heart beating next to yours
and tiny hands in your hair
and tiny feet stepping carelessly in your lap because pain isn’t a problem to them,
and because I fall unfailingly for the wants and needs, the
I’m climbing this tree, look out the window, here is my paintinig
let me try.
and I respond so quickly to that possible fall, the wobbling...
Keeping Things Whole
In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body’s been. We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole.
- Mark Strand
Uniform
is alternately extremely busy or deathly quiet. except for the fans, which roar 24/7. more like 8/4 for me and Jay.
is a funny twist on a stereotype, as blue-collar Americans wash, iron and fold the clothes of upper-class Mexicans.
makes me wonder how kids can wear every article of clothing they own in a few short days.
provides opportunities such as 1) folding the shorts of Speck Mellencamp...
A Poem About Work
a little girl steps up to the table
dwarfed by the shorts she is wearing,
swimming in a shirt marked C(ulver)
like the C is attempting to consume the rest of the word and become a trademark
in and of itself,
but here she is, adorable in every way shape and form
pushing a cart bigger than she is, in size, capacity, and weight.
we scan, check, bag, and perform before an innocent, slightly...
June 2009
28 posts
ALSO
i need to clean up my language and stop swearing.
unless i’m really upset. that’s more understandable.
stream of consciousness
if that’s even how you spell it
i want to share with you my greatest fear, next to failing and turning into the pillsbury doughboy (and falling up the stairs and cracking my head open); spelling a word wrong.
because i get these freakish flashbacks to all the spelling bees i’ve been in (like 2, but let’s just say “all”) and i think… do i know how to spell?...
A Poem
and the night is long but we
stumble on through, wiping the sleep from our eyes
as broken windshield wipers wipe sleet from the windshield,
spreading it thickly into a soporific film
lulling, coaxing, dancing, leading us slowly
gently
down into the restful watches of the night.
that’s not my-
NAME
“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.”
– Henry David Thoreau. rearrange the letters and they spell BAMF.
the Freymiller house
Jay: So Adam, what is the greatest thing you accomplished?
Adam: Well... I did get out of Vivek in Morrowind.
Jay: Sarah, what did you do today?
Me: I read a 750 page book.
Jay: On dragons.
yep, that pretty much sums it up right there. sweet Jesus, get me a job.
“A wind sways the pines,
And below
Not a breath of wild air;
Still as...”
– George Meredith. I love this poem.
“But it’s so fun.”
– Laura, talking about breaking boys’ hearts.
HARLOT
love you.
Blogitty blog
I fail at updating this BUT
my reading buddy was unable to make it today and it crushed me. totally and utterly. we had to reschedule for Thursday.
WHY NATE???
my life’s been pretty exciting.
although I did jump over a firework/sparkler at my neighbor’s bonfire. that may have been the high point so far.
For Whom the Bell Tolls —> one book I really liked this week....
Goals for the summer
1.) tennis
2.) work on my power clear
3.) get a job
4.) read
5.) watch taken.
Things that make me cry
sitting in the hall outside of Mr. Roth’s class and hearing Chariots of Fire.
reading farewell emails from teachers.
seeing Mr. Trevathan wearing our tie.
watching the Senior Tribute Video with my mom and sister in the audience.
breakfast with the dorm for the last time.
sunshine after a week of rain.
too damn much.
I keep trying to explain how I feel, but everything falls short. This...
“the bluebird carries the sky on his back.”
– Henry David Thoreau
“No day is as wasted as a day without laughter.”
