continuum

Some old blog entries will start to worm their way in here, for I have seen them as all of one piece. And I require them as reference points for later stages of the work, because I am losing continuity in my mind. If you've seen them already, please forgive the indulgence.

nothing but the flies

(Tuesday, September 03, 2002 )

she wanted them hunched and mysterious and filled with butter or tiny refractions of the great light. she loved him longingly and not well but with fingers of plastic molten and electric. O her sighs! O her sighs like the respirations of highways, the rightness of hardware and the loneliness of each blade of grass!

nothing waits like this nothing waits like a barnacle long-tongued and ready for the fire.

my love is like a man made out of sand and jailed in a dog tied endlessly and with joy to a caravan.

swing it

(Wednesday, September 04, 2002 )
Here they come the gnats to gnaw on that confectionary memory: there's nothing to it in your guts, my love! I longed again for him last night except that in that dusted cotton morning there was only the sugar, only the redness and the hundreds dead. Or the red grass and smitten ones, the reflections of the little things clutched tightly to bosoms tighter still.

You see them? The veins on their foreheads or the veins on their streets? You see them, the mutters amid the muster, the dissent among the ascending.

Icarus! Kiki! Tiny bastard wisdoms for us, immediately! Low-cut locust women appear and sway mightily, coming toward the table. Smiles all around for the vegetables are now ripe and dusted so carefully with lavender.

Pull me together, please; I want the magnified ones, the harmonies and caroms of spittle.

"I've got bulldog skin"

I am not a campfire nor an eyrie of women, our wings spread and eyes keened for distant prey. I am not ready to gasp at the head breaking those waves out there. Encrusted with shells dripping red sea vegetables. A pouring of spit from their mouths, coughing, the smiling ones rise from the deep. O sea creature! O bosom of my memory, my spit my refractory lie-spinning! Exhale them on us, to crawl slowly up the shore, lie upon the grass and heave heave heave. I hear the gardener call to the crows, call to me and I feel the bent waves, the sweet hiccough of salt-air.

Day 2

Refritos, grits, tofu scramble
(tofu scramble: firm tofu, olive oil, cumin, black pepper, salt, chile powder, sage. scramble over med.)
Shin Cup Hot & Spicy flavor noodle soup. Mmm, that's good shin cup. Shin Cup traveled 500 miles to reach me. Shin Cup lend me strength!
Breadsticks, corn chowder, cherries

Diet Rockstar energy drink (taurine, caffeine, etc)
water

1 hr. walk in evening

Pondered cigarette smoking again. God I love nicotine, still.
But I've decided to love soy more.