Says who?

Up With The Morning

2009-09-25T12:35:36Z

Last thing I remember, things were getting better.

This journal seems dead.

Out Like A Lamb, In Like A Lion

2009-04-06T16:18:20Z

It Takes A Lot Of Nerve To Destroy This Wondrous Earth

2009-03-21T17:12:34Z

Yesterday's Paper

2009-03-19T03:59:21Z

The track records of a mayfly ruin
always bleeding like a crying mother
for someone with a better history.

We're only as good as yesterday's paper.

International Date Line

2009-02-21T18:35:49Z

Aladdin Sane

2009-01-21T06:21:47Z

Natiya as Bowie.

Not In The Room

2009-01-19T23:19:33Z

20/20

2009-01-06T08:17:39Z

See it coming, the glass ceiling, that warm feeling. Strung out without a line, listless eager for the crime. Fleshy thoughts. Been too long as an expatriate. Too soon to be homegrown. Ask me. Tell me. I see it coming. The love is not gone. The love is not/still there. How do you fall in love again with a love that's always/never there. I laid it all before me and now it's set to random. Hindsight is blind. And Justice...

The 365th Day

2009-01-01T00:32:57Z

No lists. No resolutions. Just the very last day.

Proof

2008-12-01T05:17:59Z

I give up. You all win.

The Li

2008-11-17T01:50:28Z

Lykke Li | Music Hall of Williamsburg | October 20th, 2008

Uneven

2008-11-16T20:31:32Z

Road Rash

2008-10-17T00:23:58Z

It won't hurt to find love in the wrong place. I've been hurt before but all the scars have rearranged.

"I Won't Take You To The Farm Tomorrow."

2008-10-02T20:14:04Z

"This world is arranged as it had to be if it were to be capable of continuing with great difficulty to exist; if it were a little worse, it would be no longer capable of continuing to exist. Consequently, since a worse world could not continue to exist, it is absolutely impossible; and so this world itself is the worst of all possible worlds."

Schopenhauer, The World as Will and Representation, II

B.S.

2008-09-25T00:44:04Z

Give me something more.

The View From Wake To Sleep

2008-09-22T00:11:49Z

It's inevitable. Isn't it? Wasn't it? Won't it?

Sleeping Bear

2008-09-21T23:00:44Z

I keep nearly tripping over invisible animals.
I keep nearly disappearing myself.

A Strong Word

2008-09-19T02:53:56Z

You deserve a thousand fires, and the one still burning in my hands. I you.

All Fires Have Burn Alive To Live

2008-09-08T05:20:33Z

I'm a lover not a fighter.
Sometimes they are the same thing.

Come To This

2008-09-02T14:52:54Z

I've been there so many times before, right at the hem. Where this situation, this decision will change everything from now on, into the immediate future and the future beyond that. My fear spools around my organs. A sequential chain of small gestures and empirical mishappens, of planned and the unplanned, of chance and memory — it all garners into a mass not yet definable but all too tangible. Like rainwater collecting grit and debris. I'll regard any misstep, mull over each consequence, ask myself the question. The one question, in the form of a demand: 'Am I capable?'.

With overthinking I revert into the past. Not with a desire to change that was, but relive it's emotion. A ghost in the memory. My roots are showing. "The past is not dead. In fact, it's not even past."

Upgrade

2008-08-23T20:28:39Z

What did I do?

Apeshit.

2008-08-15T01:57:11Z

A(dversity)nniversary

2008-08-13T04:22:01Z

i never thought i would compromise, in the path of an arc i've gone inside myself and out.
i never thought i would love, in the radius of a circle i've never looked back.
i never thought i would speak again, in the splices of a curve i've learned and forgotten.
back of cabs, in seedy joints, on rooftops, in stranger's homes, in a bed on the floor, from the mouth, from the heart, from the booze, in my earthly possessions, on bar napkins, in open fields, in the cold, behind counters and in front, across bridges and rivers, in tunnels and secrets, in unison, in the car park, in propulsion, in stillness, in the water, in aisles and lines and in waiting, in bright lights and thick air, in my lungs, on my breath, in the talk that is still quite not there. all i see are circles, or half arcs, or sprawling curves. you can't take it with you, because it will take you. one down....

Unheard Of

2008-08-07T02:25:11Z

I don't speak to myself anymore.
I let myself get abused.
I let myself fall on the wayside.
I let myself go silent.
Is that so unheard of?