when we were driving back from mississippi after
my last visit to my parents we stopped at an alabama
rest stop and i picked up this brochure about how
the virgin mary comes to alabama every july! awesome!
Friday, July 17, 2009
i lived there for a while but never saw her
end
i searched when will the world end on google
and it said 2012. i'll be 31, but it'd make
more sense to end when i'm 30.
i'm just kidding!
charlie saved this to our computer and it makes me laugh so much
what is the connection i don't know?!?
are poems on your blog still ok, where is livejournal.com?
Because you always have a clock
strapped to your body, it's natural
that I should think of you as the
correct time:
with your long blonde hair at 8: 03,
and your pulse-lightning breasts at
11: 17, and your rose-meow smile at 5: 30,
I know I'm right.
-The Shenevertakesherwatchoff Poem by Richard Brautigan
ok, maybe that one wasn't as good as i remembered, but this one...
I thought of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer
and you a woman who loves the man who runs a drug store.
I don’t care like I used to; I lay bricks straighter than I
used to and I sing slower handling the trowel afternoons.
When the sun is in my eyes and the ladders are shaky and the
mortar boards go wrong, I think of you.
Bricklayer Love
-Carl Sandburg
i always think of this sometimes... if you know what i mean
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and
I answered and never heard from you again.
you used to write insane poems about
ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you
knew famous artists and most of them
were your lovers, and I wrote back, it’s all right,
go ahead, enter their lives, I’m not jealous
because we’ve never met. we got close once in
New Orleans, one half block, but never met, never
touched. so you went with the famous and wrote
about the famous, and, of course, what you found out
is that the famous are worried about
their fame - not the beautiful young girl in bed
with them, who gives them that, and then awakens
in the morning to write upper case poems about
ANGELS AND GOD. we know God is dead, they’ve told
us, but listening to you I wasn’t sure. maybe
it was the upper case. you were one of the
best female poets and I told the publishers,
editors, “print her, print her, she’s mad but she’s
magic. there’s no lie in her fire.” I loved you
likea man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’t happen. your letters got sadder.
your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all
lovers betray. it didn’t help. you said
you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and
the bridge was over a river and you sat on the crying
bench every night and wept for the lovers who had
hurt and forgotten you. I wrote back but never
heard again. a friend wrote me of your suicide
3 or 4 months after it happened. if I had met you
I would probably have been unfair to you or you
to me. it was best like this.
An Almost Made Up Poem
-Bukowski
these are the things i used to scare my brother with when we were children
1. large marge
2. edgar winter
shure shot little miss!
when i was a kid i used to always watch this vhs someone
recorded for me off of satelitte in the 80's of jamie lee curtis
as annie oakley. brian dennehy too, but honestly i had no idea
who that was until i just googled him now and oh yeah that
guy as buffalo bill. what does shelly duvall have to do with
anything.
When Annie was eight or nine years old, she was put in the care of the superintendent of the county poor farm, where she learned to sew and decorate. She spent some time in near-slavery for a local family where she endured mental and physical abuse (Annie referred to them as "the wolves").
poor annie oakley.
also,
In 1903, sensational cocaine prohibition stories were selling well. The newspaper magnate William Randolph Hearst published a false story that Oakley had been arrested for stealing to support a cocaine habit.
and
Oakley continued to set records into her 60s, and she also engaged in extensive, albeit quiet, philanthropy for women's rights and other causes, including the support of specific young women that she knew. She embarked on a comeback and intended to star in a feature-length silent movie. In a 1922 shooting contest in Pinehurst, North Carolina, sixty-two-year-old Oakley hit 100 clay targets from 16 yards
billy ray cyrus as frank butler = totally lame.
i think howard the duck was the first time i ever saw a condom
this came out in 86 when i was 5. what the ever in the whole
world? pg movies were so much all the sexier then. and duck
tits too.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
i guess it boils down to
richard brautigan
pee wee herman
annie oakley
e.t.
prince
g. stein
sartre
howard the duck
we hang side by side
most often the world is not perfect but last night we
got free dessert at cellar on greene and at the hunter
gatherer the replacements swingin party came on and it
was ok for a while. i guess it's ok a lot in the moment
of things but just all this extracurricular side stuff is
so everyone please fuck off. i always just want my own
little world of selected few. unicorns and shit.
10 things
for my birthday, maybe, or some other day. i'm scraping the
edges of my last bit. how to be pretty how to be pretty.
i'm updating my blog
oh man i am so jealous lately and it is just enough all
pouting in the corner and oh do you like me do you not
like me she is so pretty and you could do better are you
talking to her why etc. lame yeah. i have worn the same
black racerback dress for at least. what. i guess three
days in a row. four, maybe. but with different necklaces
and alternating shoes. i feel at least ten times sexier
when i don't wear underwear so i took them off once we got
home from burger king and poured the wine and it's like our
sheets always need changing from loving. we have a lot of
sheets though, it's hard to fit them all in the closet.
today my mom called me, nana had given her all these old
letters and cards written by my great great grandmother and
she's been reading them all and she's going to give them to me.
they would buy 10 lbs of sugar and 15 lbs of lard a week. in
the letters. for a family? that sounds so much. 10 lbs!
kitty weighs 12.5 lbs now and sleeps all day and eats when it's
time. i tried to wake her up and make her play today. maybe
she needs more stimulation. don't we all. oh, life.
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