Long liquid loose line
Stretching sauntering simpering
Up under ubiquitous ultimatum
So proud
So slim and graceful
So haughty
I want to –
Grab you.
Squish you.
Expel the breath from your small, insignificant body
You are nothing.
Organism
Carbon
Matter
I
Dreams desires depth
Hurt hatred honesty
Longing limp lost
Elephant plays with a Galaxy Note
Elephants are the best
Choice is an illusion, based on the interaction of your physical being
with the surrounding molecules so you are an extension of
your parents and the salad you had for lunch and
the x chromosome your great times forever person handed down and
I don’t like thinking about fate as something that takes life out of my control,
but as a wind, an irritable untrustworthy but entertaining friend,
and I do not cede power to fate or to my brain or to my blood or to
the words my parents spoke to me or the colour of my skin or
how much I read or if I believe in a God.
I am me and I do not know how or why but I feel responsible for forming this,
my brain, my body, how it feels, my hair that likes to be touched,
my brain that rejects math, my thighs that no longer have muscle and my actions,
the ones I am ashamed of are mine most of all,
I did them, I said them, I meant them at the time,
and to blame it on anything else is both truth and false.
Because if I have dark chocolate,
let it seep past my tongue so melted and good, sugar and caffeine, endorphins,
is it my past that makes me crave it, my body that requests it,
my brain that accepts it, the world that made it a lover to my tongue, or is it
me, the combination of everything I have ever come across into my thing,
body and mind and being, a living historical testament to the longevity of DNA?
I choose, I choose to believe in fate, in my own actions,
in the way my brain works, to trust my emotions, to respect my past,
to adore my future, to enjoy what is mine,
because I formed it out of the historical combination I was given, and
in every interaction, with the air, with other people, with electric currents and cucumbers,
I am changing, and I choose to like this, evolving, passing on and around.
I met a parrot. I look far more excited about this meeting than he does.
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it ‘Chops’
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed alot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it ‘Autumn’
because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed alot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it ‘Innocence: A Question’
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at 3am he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly.
That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it ‘Absolutely Nothing’
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.
Well, you are adorable :p
Skins - managing to make teacher / student relationships look sweet.
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This is how I feel after watching Across the Universe. Well, this if it was digitally mushed with one of those 60’s acid trip posters. I just spent the last half an hour tossing india ink around and painting strawberries thanks to this movie. It’s awesome - like a series of images that already pop into your mind when you listen to the Beatles, but no strong new story to distract from it. Thanks to Shaun for loaning/sharing it! Okaaaay - back to work.
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My roommate doesn’t like “Hey Jude”. Shall I strangle her, or respect different musical tastes?
It was a long time ago
And what we did not know then I have long since forgotten.
I wish I could remember, it might make it better
I recall a blazing sun, a shot of vodka spilled on your shirt, I wished I knew you
Did I know you
Did I show you, how the world goes round
I hope I did, I hope you understand all the things I said and did
I might have seemed crazy, but that is only right
It was a long time ago,
and what we did not know, I’ve long since forgotten
Do you remember, how the world used to look?
Was it as dark as I remember, that emotion filled December?
Did you break, or was it just me
I wish I could bring back every memory.
Hey, hey, call back to me, tell me what you know
I can see in your eyes, you have a lot left to show
I can remember
Let me take out the light, recall everything we knew before we collapse in the night
It was a long time ago,
And I wish I knew now what I used to know
So tell me, oh tell me,
How did the story use to go?
It was a long time ago,
and what we did not know, I’ve long since forgotten
A long time ago,
Oh yeah,
It was a long time ago,
And I’ve forgotten,
How did it go?
Innocence of the twisted mind,
it described every moment I could find
Falling down the hill, like Jack I’m praying so hard,
oh dear, that’s nice, I want to play another caaaaard.
Oh, please sir, I laid my pride down, don’t you miss me, wouldn’t you like to kiss me?
Oh, I went by the name of Jane,
I drew a funny picture with the flowers,
It was the result of fancy, a sort of
negligent devotion to the garden. (Of the soul!)
I will be you, I will be you,
Back when you were young, oh so young, and terribly painfully true …
Oh don’t you! Don’t you! Don’t you …
Recognize this twisted mind,
this one was the only one that I could find,
of mine and thine sweetheart
This is your last chance, play the card!
The demons of your governance,
you made them blind with obedience,
but we’ve almost reached the bottom, better get smart
Play the card! Play the card!
It’s not, that I’ve been wanting you to be another, he said to the mirror when he looked
He’s got a mission to fulfill, what he does not know
He knows me and you, but just can’t see
How it that we are happy
What he’s supposed to be
He’s got a mind full of music, a tendency to please
He’s got a brain for war, and a dream of peace
His friends say oh, oh, it has to be
Inside of you, you can be free
But first he wants to know, just how it will be
Who he will meet, how it will feel, what will he eat
He’s got a lot of courage, it has never been used,
He’s got a heart, still in a box, it wants to be abused
His pride was not something he understood
Nobody supposed that he would,
He did not know, he could not see,
That every day he thought of all the things that he could do,
That he could be, every day he was someone,
And that someone was who he’d be …
The Stand - Mother Mother
“Tell me your fears.”
“Okay, it’s everyone here.”
“You mean just all of the people?”
“Yeah, and all of their peers, and all of their pets, and their chandeliers, and their cigarettes, I haven’t smoked in years.”
