he sharpens say to sing

03:12 pm - uh what?

...hello portland!

03:39 pm - WOOHOO

Goodbye Boston...

11:22 am - hurin's kids

so finished tolkien's "new one" last week and all i have to say is: GOOOOOOO EVIL!! man! hurin's kids are like: shakesperian screwed. from day one! my favourite part is that one part where you see it coming and he doesn't and does it anyway and is like happy for a bit? and then its all a dragon's spell, fucking with them! haha! screw you race of Man! suck on some tragic irony! bow to your dragon king, future food!

but really i can't read about a dragon without thinking what flavor it is: red? black? shadow? green? i'm personally a fan of ancient red dracoliches myself, forced into undead-edness by a cult of would-be worshipers and is really pissed at life. or unlife! as it were.

11:10 am - &two:

because no battle is ever won he said

daddy shows you
how to shoot a gun
&points here here
and here
pushes into your shoulder

&pulls back the bolt

cotton rowsll gauge
your step &you step deep
step deep
dont know which ways
north till the wind
starts blowin

dont know where youre goin
&you load a shell

hes aint a one to know but you know
hell tell hes just like that littleliar
titty baby quit cryin your momma aint

daddy shows you
how to stand &hand
here &here you
pull up a mile of pipe

thats the barrel keep both eyes

you think of the bottle you think of
school &momma &a deep breath
&a long walk home

we aint gonna show him
but hell see anyway crybaby

standing into the wind
steals your breath
the cotton murmurs no comment

dont point it unless you

you keep your eyes open
&gauge a horizon a line
a razor you keep your

dadgum eyes open

daddy tells you to go
get your gun head to the
house tell your brother to
get out here with the truck
now goddammit quit cryin

what did you do what
did you
do

&you run thinking of
how dirt turns black
with the wet

08:27 am - One:

Gilgamesh

remind me to tell you
of a boy with his hands on
plate glass window,

smoking oven of a boy
his hurricane gaze
tends to the left.

i'm a moment older now,
now, and now..

let me tell you of a shape
three boards make together,
and how an ounce of pity

is worth a pound of pride,

or vice versa: how a young
beau went careening down a
turn row

...ain't got a row to hoe...

remind me to tell you
of Gilgamesh and the rounded
edge of a breaking plow

and how houses are a brittle
iron and you can hear a
voice lisp and scrape

and how a blown-out match
can be a story of the ages:

let me tell you of a summerson.
and this ain't no story corpse.

07:04 am - LOL

marriedtothesea.com

10:25 am - (image is warhol's 'suicide')

Contraption

this here contraption's
a shot away from art.
here's a form a leg couldn't stand on;
here's a carrion cross you remember.

in school we were naked
and our skin mixed together
pity yourself poor boy
but wasn't it a coniption

then, our mouths a
mouth of lies
mum's the word this drawing,
your finger's an ink contraption

this other gate's a contraption
of sorts: a wheel barrow
in a muddy road; more like
a plane pointed

down
down
down

toward legs and knees and askin you sit in,
a carpenter and a fistful of nails:
wash it away
in the blood

but i'm burning a
fire of nylons, a whole
ocean lucky enoughto
pile in the pyre

nothin' but the blood of jesus

this contraption a runny nose,
this one,

the drowning burning end of the world

04:04 pm

b as in boy
a billigerance.

as in a
tall drink of water.

self-hate one denial
of a tornado

you ain't all
just tall.

or a moderately long
drive the scratching

helps keep you
awake.

b as in boy a
bag of nails

smarter'n a
box of hammers.

heaven's to betsy.

you ain't T's boy
are ya

boy howdy yer tall.

a is for girl
and two column poem

one line plus
one

we've a shoulder
to hitch

put your back in it.

h is a miracle
we're alive

hip-deep this
mire a brick

on my grave i'll
tell you what

and i will.

a climb in a tree
it ain't

an intolerance of occasion
it ain't

a dip in the providence
of our,

a pushing multitude like
a stack of buildings

slowly falling?
it ain't.

i'm forcasting thus:
are we doing this all together?

i didn't want to assume.

or something else built
like that,

pretty much your first name
followed by your last name,

it ain't no business
to you or yern.

f is for made in USA
a performance:

holy construct of
dolls and lycra

it all shit the bed.

this anti-pope
of a dream:

your face a mask
of tinfoil

makes your heart
a little ringing thing

a tiny screaming hole.

most things a sepsis,
stupidly drunk unmade california.

your old-man skin
a sandstorm in a sodium night

what i'm sayin' is
all i'm sayin'.

t as in collective
a collective

moderately cornered,
more or less husked,

but i'm seeing your eyes
wander left, right.

A YOUNG PERSON'S GUIDE TO POEM

04:07 pm

Caliber

if an enigma, then a
thought of oil.
one train after another
and a moderate fear of heights.

enters a boy of a height,
a weight. a fear's upon him
but that's just hate it got him.

enters a boy of a height and weight.

gotta be careful but there's a
back door always a back door.
i'm a gonna. i'm a gonna.
if i had a moment to spare
you'd a known it.

first one, then another.

if a thought then a train of birds,
flying sea of a straight line.
momma, if they send you this letter it ain't my fault.

enters a boy of a height,
a weight. a stone on the
ground his arms a fetching
of spokes: this is spoke --

jesus he love the little childrens

one train after another they
stop they do. i ain't gettin on.
just think and jesus he deliver.

yessir. his teeth in a bag in his pocket.

it just ain't that i'm deliverence,
there's a bomb in my eye and they
knows it. my blood's a cocaine
deluge and my skin's a sackcloth of meth.

enters a boy the height of a rifle.
a voice a clutch of violence like
a scream in a church.

this is the worst of it: i ain't even got a gun.

10:39 am

(wrote this on a delayed train listening to D&D podcast)

Cold Moon

break for dinner and
there's a cold spell,
at night a cold moon
sowin shadows a
man ain't ever seen.

we were young then and put one foot in front of the other.

i'd never figure itbut
my hands froze into wood knots
and every breath's a spell cast
but bless your heart its your first winter

that hoary kiss you ain't like to forget,

likely that.

so the deal is to put
one foot in front the other
i've watched the ice edge
across a blade, the night
wink a star into nothin

and in this winter work youdo this once.

then you do it again.

12:49 pm

did you know its thanksgiving? it is!

we're making a pie and some creamy onions to bring to j. & c.'s in providence. and watching the parade! and while the pie is cooking i thought i'd write something, since i've been lazy!

if ever you wanted a damn fine book for reading, i suggest cormac mccarthy's 'the road.' it is amazing. and quick! you can read it in a day or a long train ride. its about a father and son trying to get south for winter in post-apocalyptic america. its scary/sad/filled with beautiful language. wonderful. and i'm currently slogging through pynchon's new one, 1100 pages of dense, reclusive, stories w/ aeronauts (the Chums of Chance!) and Tesla and Francis Ferdinand and etc.

now must go watch more parade!

10:40 am

i've been thirty (30) for about an hour now.

09:42 am - Spam art

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I believed, from the solitary and thoughtful way in which my mother alone sometimes; and I cried, and wore myself to sleep, and awoke fortnights visit - just till I have had time to look about me, and the difficulty. Its only a temporary arrangement, you know. If of a strong character. He knows me, and I know him. Do YOU know it will remain an eternal monument of the builders skill and Oh, Lord. said my aunt. And sat flat down in the garden-path. remember - but that associated itself with the fifth of November, wrong side this day. Not that I mean he was afraid, of course, I which made the enterprise more dangerous, and gave us rather more of a - Which will be kept down to my estimate, said his sister. table, with his arms crossed and the sword naked in his hand.

Everyone who knows me, spoils me, I believe, she answered, Miss Murdstone, during the latter portion of the contest, had
what appeared to me to be half the night; and dreaming, among other If it is so - if it be more disgrace - will you can bear it? she the profession of a solicitor: being quite another sort of thing, cross purposes. I had looked to find her in clothes of her own: I books and tremble. A moment afterwards we are again eyeing him. special occasion. I dont know what. It may have been my round and round the house after the family are gone to bed, good, replied the assistant. You know what my position is, and have been, in all essential respects, a mere child. all in that way - but I feel that there are goodness, peace, and set-off against the coal-bill, and was called, on that account, minute together, laughing out loud, so that a passenger looked at me, for a minute, he still looms through my slumber, ruling those of us in shadow, except when Steerforth dipped a match into a

11:00 am

07:30 pm

i've been thinking about: playwrighting

03:10 pm

http://www.yahweh.com/

09:54 pm - wow!

so! haven't updated in a while because its been really busy, but guess what?


i got a new job! i'm now the master electrician at the boston conservatory!


i found it because i do this thing when i get stressed out in a current job i
de-stress by sewing my resume to any and every open electrician position i can
find. i got this random call about 3 weeks or so and it was: "so i'm blah blah from
the boston conservatory and we were wondering if you wanted to come in and
interview for the master elec. position." and i though 'did i apply for that? when?'
and i did and i went and i got it!

it starts up sept. 5th, and its a 10 month season, so i get 2 months off. paid!
so i can go on a long vacay, and do lots of union work here in town. awesome!

the best part? i can take the train again! no more 1.5 hr. commute! the conservatory
is in the fenway, right downtown! and i'll be
doing real theatre/dance/music/opera again!

fanfuckingtastic!

04:39 pm - hot shop,

Slough of Despond

a house and
its ribs
two rooms smelling
of boy and girl

insulting over us

and summer
pouring
from a
jar.

we didn't feel
so terribly bad;
dismissive glance
or bough of pine,
pitch and fire.
its not so horrrible
and intervening peace can't
misanthrope

and nonetheless discharge
minimal acceptive behaviour.

in the mornings there was
and attempt at reception theory
and whatever the hell
you want since
you'll do it anyway
but only half-hearted:
even simple locutions
seemed a rusty clatter.

but nights were a
ligamentary passage, a
crash of metal
rings outside a funeral dirge.
we're got to get the air
out of this room

have a drink for chrissakes

and summer
was a child
running lost through
a forest
a house its ribs,
gaping maw...

...whatever the hell you want...

and in my hand this
slough of
despond

or a suprising
confusion concerning
the thumb,
cocking a hammer or
summer through
a veil

and come curse
or cursive there
will be june,
july

07:10 pm

04:32 pm - come on five oclock..

(from marriedtothesea.com and awesome)