Things that make me smile:
1. Charles Wayne Ramsey
2. Henry Wilson Ramsey
3. Loretta Frances Ramsey
4. Frances Cherry Daniel Austin & Mappy
5. France
6. Maestro
7. Wilson
8. Tennis
9. New York City
10. R.E.M.
11. The 'rents
12. Mary Engel
13. Poems by poets I know like:
http://www.turntablebluelight.com/2007/09/michael_ford.html
14. ... and:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w7naKj-z5So
15. Also: "The Fist"
The fist clenched round my heart
loosens a little, and I gasp
brightness; but it tightens
again. When have I ever not loved
the pain of love? But this has moved
past love to mania. This has the strong
clench of the madman, this is
gripping the ledge of unreason, before
plunging howling into the abyss.
Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live.
16. And! At the Poet's Forum this weekend! Like me!
http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2010/07/12/100712crbo_books_orourke
17. And, obviously:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNBKM5so8tQ
18. But also: life! and lists! and coffee shops! Beer! Scholarship! Academia!
19. The Library of Congress and The Academy of American Poets
20. Hope, and my homies that helped me along the way. <3
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Hardy + New Pornography =
One:
The skirts go up
Before the war
Among the madding crowds
They're ruined like the rest of us ruined
Rest of us ruined
You are a living doll
Riding a circle tracks
Behind the walls of clocks
And you ruined
Like the rest of us ruined
Rest of us ruined
Traffic was slow for the crash years
There's no other show like it 'round here
As a rule
Windows were rolled for the crash years
There's no other show like it 'round here
As a rule
Two:
Now this romantic duel is into the streets
Bon appetit, you've eaten me alive you realize
This is not the way
In the streetlight dawn
This beat turns on
This boy's life among the electrical lights
Three:
'Did anybody ever want to marry you, miss?' Liddy ventured to ask when they were again alone. 'Lots of 'em, I daresay?'
Bathsheba paused, as if about to refuse a reply, but the temptation to say yes, since it really was in her power, was irresistible by aspiring virginity, in spite of her spleen at having been published as old.
'A man wanted to once,' she said in a highly experienced tone, and the image of Gabriel Oak, as the farmer, rose before her.
'How nice it must seem!' said Liddy, with the fixed features of mental realization. 'And you wouldn't have him?'
'He wasn't quite good enough for me.'
'How sweet to be able to disdain, when most of us are glad to say, "Thank you!" I seem to hear it. "No sir -- I'm your better," or "Kiss my foot, sir; my face is for mouths of consequence." And did you love him, miss?'
Far From the Madding Crowd (81)
The skirts go up
Before the war
Among the madding crowds
They're ruined like the rest of us ruined
Rest of us ruined
You are a living doll
Riding a circle tracks
Behind the walls of clocks
And you ruined
Like the rest of us ruined
Rest of us ruined
Traffic was slow for the crash years
There's no other show like it 'round here
As a rule
Windows were rolled for the crash years
There's no other show like it 'round here
As a rule
Two:
Now this romantic duel is into the streets
Bon appetit, you've eaten me alive you realize
This is not the way
In the streetlight dawn
This beat turns on
This boy's life among the electrical lights
Three:
'Did anybody ever want to marry you, miss?' Liddy ventured to ask when they were again alone. 'Lots of 'em, I daresay?'
Bathsheba paused, as if about to refuse a reply, but the temptation to say yes, since it really was in her power, was irresistible by aspiring virginity, in spite of her spleen at having been published as old.
'A man wanted to once,' she said in a highly experienced tone, and the image of Gabriel Oak, as the farmer, rose before her.
'How nice it must seem!' said Liddy, with the fixed features of mental realization. 'And you wouldn't have him?'
'He wasn't quite good enough for me.'
'How sweet to be able to disdain, when most of us are glad to say, "Thank you!" I seem to hear it. "No sir -- I'm your better," or "Kiss my foot, sir; my face is for mouths of consequence." And did you love him, miss?'
Far From the Madding Crowd (81)
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Like Art...
... Spiegelman? Me too. I'm covering MAUS in the lit class this week.
But this time I'm talking about Art like sculptures and stuff, and the person I'm plugging is my super bff Mary.
http://www.maryengel.net/
She's obviously famous and awesome. Buy yourself a piece or twenty, please.
But this time I'm talking about Art like sculptures and stuff, and the person I'm plugging is my super bff Mary.
http://www.maryengel.net/
She's obviously famous and awesome. Buy yourself a piece or twenty, please.
_My Life._
...isn't always here.
You people are always virtual work trying to hate.
I'm no hater, and I don't condone the hate-o-philia.
Comprendez vous? En italien? Non? Moi aussi, y "Paris, je t'aime,"
but "New York, I love You."
But, seriously, I love you.
You people are always virtual work trying to hate.
I'm no hater, and I don't condone the hate-o-philia.
Comprendez vous? En italien? Non? Moi aussi, y "Paris, je t'aime,"
but "New York, I love You."
But, seriously, I love you.
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