so long marianne

Monday, 30 April 2007

xxx/xxx: I THOUGHT EVERYTHING WAS GOING TO BE OKAY FROM NOW ON

The surgeon's saw: all the livelong night.

     I lay coins on my eyes.

   Eh? What dream?

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poem dedicated to accuracy for Chall Gray

Thursday, 26 April 2007

xxii/xxx: QUATRAINS THAT EXACTLY TRANSCRIBE MY EMOTIONAL MATRIX FOR FUTURE HISTORIANS

ha ha ha ha oh shit ha ha jeez
goddamn fuck sigh sigh sigh
ha ha ha oh wait no wait don't
yes ok wow that's hot that's hot

that's um wait oh mmm mmm shit
sigh sigh sigh ha ha oh wait
goddamnit ow shit okay mmmm
man oh jeez sigh sigh ha ha

god wait hmm mmm yes no wait
okay ha ha shit oh sigh ha ha
heh heh oh wait fuck okay okay
mmmm ha ha that's you you

you you you you you him her
nevermind it's okay nevermind
if okay not right shit oh man
okay hmm ha ha ha oh wait okay

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This is just a normal space of three/two minutes. It seems like a sex monologue or something. I didn't intend that, but that's funny, I guess.

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can we hurry up with this cloning bit?

Let's say I took some DNA off my knuckle and used it to make a small, productive army of interns. That would be nice. I would like that.

In the meantime, author, chef and cool person Kelly Spitzer was kind enough to profile me in her Writer Profile series two days before my birthday. I am embarrassed and proud at the same time.

Overheard two seconds ago:

"Rational. Be rational."

"But it's not. It's romantic."

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ridiculous lowrider song for Kelly Spitzer

Tuesday, 24 April 2007

xviii/xxx: TAKE A LOW, SLOW RIDE WITH ME

v1
Country singers die in the back of classic cars.
Chisel flingers lie about the necks of spastic whores.
Gristle eaters try not to suspect their pasta drawers.
Whistle needers cry and find the flecks of silence poor.

chorus
Take a low, low ride with me.
Take a low, slow ride with me.

v2
Country singers die in the back of classic cars.
Swizzle sticks are fine if you are slapped inside a war.
Your kicks are being tracked by very sly and fascist boars.
Even licks of pine tar lead to sticky sorts of cores.

chorus
Take a low, low ride with me.
Take a low, slow ride with me.

bridge
A low rider, train rider, cow rider calls.
A NASCAR driver, pile driver, really really
hot and dead Egyptian diver falls.

v3
Country singers die in the back of classic cars.
I had a Singer die once when I fastened on a pearl.

spoken interlude
I saw a singer die months after being sarcastic about Pearl.

return to song
If all the singers die then we shall fast and drown and twirl.

chorus
Take a low, low ride with me.
Take a low, slow ride with me.


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I really don't know anything about lowriders. So I did what I usually do when I lack knowledge: I made up rhymes. Poo.

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currant apricot bread

Monday, 23 April 2007

If you read this blog, you probably already read Tao Lin's, but if you don't, you should read this essay of concrete language and logic and some productive ideas for solutions.

Also, re: NaPoWriMo. I know. I know. I will finish. I have it all lined up. It may came in a slurry. A flurry? Something like that.

Paris Hilton Fall Out Boy Denis Johnson is Tao Lin and Tao Lin is Paris Hilton Fall Out Boy Denis Johnson.

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