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July 13, 2017
how to laugh at yourself in three steps
you must number one admit
you are ridiculous, it doesn't
matter who you are; in fact, the better
off and the higher the
reach, the more ridiculous,
though you can't always help it, can't
help the luck of your birth, the happenstance
of who your parents were, or the country
you sprang from; second
you must look at yourself and all
your secret vanities, the tiny elevations
you rewarded yourself because you deserved it,
you earned it, you worked so hard, you lost
so much, you did every thing you could,
it was for the best, you were only taking a break,
and dammit every word you said
was always mostly true.
the tricky part is step three
so much like the trust game
you lean so far inwards you get behind yourself
and the shadow play you put on
for yourself and others falls in a heap
all around you and your left in a jumble
of sticks and rags and brittle bones
and that little pen light, and
you see it now, how small you are and how
large that background sheet really is
and you shouldn't be able to help it but laugh at yourself.
you are ridiculous, it doesn't
matter who you are; in fact, the better
off and the higher the
reach, the more ridiculous,
though you can't always help it, can't
help the luck of your birth, the happenstance
of who your parents were, or the country
you sprang from; second
you must look at yourself and all
your secret vanities, the tiny elevations
you rewarded yourself because you deserved it,
you earned it, you worked so hard, you lost
so much, you did every thing you could,
it was for the best, you were only taking a break,
and dammit every word you said
was always mostly true.
the tricky part is step three
so much like the trust game
you lean so far inwards you get behind yourself
and the shadow play you put on
for yourself and others falls in a heap
all around you and your left in a jumble
of sticks and rags and brittle bones
and that little pen light, and
you see it now, how small you are and how
large that background sheet really is
and you shouldn't be able to help it but laugh at yourself.
December 13, 2016
“Don't base your decision on the opinions of those who don't want to see you grow.”
― Yvonne Pierre, The Day My Soul Cried: A Memoir
September 21, 2016
January 05, 2016
do not enter
this sense
that all people ever want is
the ability to make
things go their way
in all ways? that the happiest
people are those
who have worn
out a path
going round and round
their one, their
sacred, their singular
way? although,
maybe not happiest,
exactly.
November 11, 2015
October 23, 2015
April 22, 2015
August 21, 2014
July 14, 2014
April 04, 2014
February 22, 2014
February 01, 2014
January 28, 2014
December 14, 2013
May 17, 2013
April 07, 2013
March 30, 2013
March 24, 2013
i have been feeling
lately well whatever
at least i can feel even feeling like
shit is better than who
am i kidding, i hate feeling like
i could have done something
better different been meaner
or played the game like a man, as
if being a man would have made things
easier. i dreamed i had a son. i dreamed
things were stolen from me, my wallet
my ID, my purse rifled through by
an unknown hand. maybe the
dream was telling me that the things
i'd been protecting, the things i'd been
hanging on to were running me
while i'd been driving with the window
down, one arm browner than the other,
as if all was well.
owning the road here while all
around me, things were falling into the ground
just like the old house now just a toy
in the attics of memory.
in the attics of memory.
February 28, 2013
never the end
when the universe comes down hard on
you and gifts your enemies with
your very best friends so that their laughter
echoes down the hall where you are left standing
alone and you feel the world has begun to spin
backwards and you question what day it even is
anymore, or if there was ever such a thing as
a day since your despair has blinded you into believing
this long night will never end, listen: don't believe
those voices that you hear. those voices that are
telling you how they've won the prize of
togetherness meant for only them.
don't sing out your chorus
of agony and broken hearts because this is not the end.
the end is never the end. the universe will go on
and so will you. the sun will become bright again and
you will see the shadows this brightness has now cast
upon your face. you will be wiser to the treachery
of happiness and understand that nothing forever
stays in its place except the dead. and even they are crumbling
and shifting in their place as only the dead can. so go on with
your life. be wise be free. don't give up on the idea that life is meant
for living.
December 22, 2012
December 16, 2012
December 05, 2012
The worst of it often is that, while we are in it, we don't want to get out of it. We hate it, and yet we prefer staying in it—that is a part of the disease. If we find ourselves like that, we must make ourselves do something different, go with people, speak cheerfully, set ourselves to some hard work, make ourselves sweat, etc.; and that is the good way of reacting that makes of us a valuable character. The disease makes you think of yourself all the time; and the way out of it is to keep as busy as we can thinking of things and of other people—no matter what's the matter with our self.-William James, to his daughter Peg, from Letters of Note
December 04, 2012
December 02, 2012
November 30, 2012
November 27, 2012
November 25, 2012
November 21, 2012
November 18, 2012
Back then
I realized only quite recently that I had finally gotten truthful about a near-relationship from long ago. Up to that point,I'd glazed over the memory, making him much nicer and kinder than was accurate. But the truth back then was that he'd been rather cavalier about whether we were "together" or not until it was clear that we were not; and then at the first public meeting afterward, I with new date in tow and he with his typical posse of male miscreants, he'd publicly denounced me as though I had proverbially fucked him over, all for the benefit of those he'd allowed to construe that we were together when, in fact, we were not. Indeed, apologies (from him) were extended and accepted (by me) later and we'd gone our own ways and let each other be although always with the thought that things could have been different, or worked out somehow, and that we might have had a happy successful life together or some similar kind of nonsense. It's stupid, you might say, to take this long to get over this business. But back then, I was even stupider.
November 09, 2012
November 03, 2012
October 02, 2012
August 20, 2012
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August 26, 2011
August 17, 2011
green ball
June 25, 2011
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