Lately every time I have to listen to or watch an annoying advertisement I tell them to "shut the fuck up". It doesn't make people stop trying to sell me stuff, but it makes me feel just a bit better. As of now I mostly say it in my head but some day I might snap and then I will say it out loud, in public. Probably I will be on an airplane at the time and I will get kicked off, The last flight I was on I had to hang my hang my coat over the seat in front of me so that I didn't have to watch the pre-take off advertising. Which like the safety announcements can not be turned off. SHUT THE F UP. please. I guess that is why we all travel with headphones and earplugs. I refuse to be a captive audience.
I have got my defense mechanisms but they are are going to get me anyway someday, because I can't figure out how to stop the deluge of junk mail from coming to my front door. You will find me dead someday suffocated under a pile of credit card offers and cataloges targeted at the middle aged woman. Show up at my mail box and there will be a mound of oblong envelopes with nothing to say and all you will see of me will be an upraised finger. STFU. I don't want your stuff. thanks.
27 March 2012
20 September 2011
un Cicada morte
Un Cicada morte
lying on the pavement
among the leaves and petals.
The silver corpse, not grotesque,
only sad,
melancholy in the newly fall air.
lying on the pavement
among the leaves and petals.
The silver corpse, not grotesque,
only sad,
melancholy in the newly fall air.
02 September 2011
etc.
Crickets in the evening after storm, after work, are calming. Reminds me that there is something more to this day.
15 August 2011
Goddess practice: Poemlets IV
Cold moon
White and Blue it stares
through empty sky,
Shines at wet grass
in too-cool-for-August air.
Deigns to ignore that
thuderstorms and tumult reigned
only hours before.
White and Blue it stares
through empty sky,
Shines at wet grass
in too-cool-for-August air.
Deigns to ignore that
thuderstorms and tumult reigned
only hours before.
05 August 2011
Americana
There are other Americas. Existing next to mine. They are there, sometimes blatant, sometimes occult. They weave in and out and touch the edges of my America. But I can't get to them.
Someone told me once that Seattle is a small city. And it is true. I always run into people I know, people who know other people I know. People who went to school with friends I know. We all know the same restaurants and bars, frequent the same neighborhoods. I said as much to a friend of mine and he said it was because all people of a certain age group were interested in the same things, restaurants, bars, sports. I don't think so though. I think there are a thousand Seattle's circling in and out of each other. And I can't reach the other ones anymore than they reach mine.
Even less can I reach the other Americas. The realities wrought by geography, society, money, politics, religion, hobbies. I am trapped in my tea shops and cafes, in safe apartments, in secure jobs and nice upper middle class friends, pseudo-intellectuals, people bound to succeed. And so we can't and we don't reach those other Americas. Even I wanted to, how would I ride the rails, attend the most elite of parties? How would I know how to go to other Americas, who would let me in?
Someone told me once that Seattle is a small city. And it is true. I always run into people I know, people who know other people I know. People who went to school with friends I know. We all know the same restaurants and bars, frequent the same neighborhoods. I said as much to a friend of mine and he said it was because all people of a certain age group were interested in the same things, restaurants, bars, sports. I don't think so though. I think there are a thousand Seattle's circling in and out of each other. And I can't reach the other ones anymore than they reach mine.
Even less can I reach the other Americas. The realities wrought by geography, society, money, politics, religion, hobbies. I am trapped in my tea shops and cafes, in safe apartments, in secure jobs and nice upper middle class friends, pseudo-intellectuals, people bound to succeed. And so we can't and we don't reach those other Americas. Even I wanted to, how would I ride the rails, attend the most elite of parties? How would I know how to go to other Americas, who would let me in?
01 August 2011
and the banal
Dryer sheets. So what, really, is the fucking point? Purportedly they keep your clothes from wrinkling or collecting static. Mainly they serve to lend a chemical stink your clothing. Personally I think they are another brilliant marketing scheme. I mean, everyone goes out and spends money on these little sheets of paper and sticks them in the dryer and......well then you get chemically smelling soft clothes.
Needless to say, I don't use them, but I share s dryer with everyone else in the laundromat and the dryer sheets always end up in my laundry. Inevitably Annabel finds them and shreds them and I have a stinky shredded paper mess to clean up.
Needless to say, I don't use them, but I share s dryer with everyone else in the laundromat and the dryer sheets always end up in my laundry. Inevitably Annabel finds them and shreds them and I have a stinky shredded paper mess to clean up.
08 July 2011
(Smug moon, Proud moon, Lumiary lune) Poemlets III
One gold-orange cresent of a moon
crowns my violet skies,
Tempts the silloutte of trees
to hum in inky green.
crowns my violet skies,
Tempts the silloutte of trees
to hum in inky green.
27 June 2011
Travel Poemlets II: Myrtle Beach, SC in May
Late at night
when the sunbathers and children have gone home,
When, at last, the spring break and wedding revels have ceased.
The beach now dark,
quiet and deserted
but for the ocean, still there,
sending the surf to shore in solemn waves.
when the sunbathers and children have gone home,
When, at last, the spring break and wedding revels have ceased.
The beach now dark,
quiet and deserted
but for the ocean, still there,
sending the surf to shore in solemn waves.
Travel Poemlets I: NC, Late June
Night,
Cooler now in a deep
violet hue.
Flicked with
stars and fireflies,
Blinks silver
Blinks golden-green
And dark.
Cooler now in a deep
violet hue.
Flicked with
stars and fireflies,
Blinks silver
Blinks golden-green
And dark.
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