Monthly Archives: March 2009
UPPER CRUST OF FIVES
I had a wretched week, a blessed week, a tired and weary, huddled mass of a weak/ week. Man am I a runner. I just go and go. Why? Where am I running? To my loves, that’s where. But when I stop, I realize my loves are all around me regardless of geography. I could [...]
ALL MY UNDREAMT DREAMS
A FEW WEEKS AGO: I took an exhausted walk to the river, put some coins in a University vending machine, bought Coca Cola. I walked past women picnicking before the nearby outdoor movie, at on a bench by the mats of hillocked grass bending to the water. I sat and I watched and I wrote:
Still [...]
SUMMER-LAST POET
For two solitary nights in a row – evenings, I should say – I’ve come out here by the furthest fence, on the lawn, the grass thick and musky, the sun peeling through.
The hedges are knee height and so laying down on this red and blue patchwork quilt – it’s printed with snowflakes and peace [...]
THE HARDEST FIGHT
Taken from the “Taking A Stand for the Future” tape, Werner [Erhard] reads a letter written by e.e.cummings to a high school student who asked about becoming a poet…
“A poet is somebody who feels and who expresses his feelings through words. This may sound easy but it isn’t. A lot of people think or believe [...]
SOME LOVE LETTER
I had to share this, a taste of what it felt like to come over the aforementioned tough mountain. The recipient is the man I’m absolutely head over heels in love with, and with which many great things are happening. We’re very happy and very excited. The day and inspiration I’m explaining below are some [...]
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THE VIRGIN ISSUE – VINYL RIOT
A lovely young man called Chris Petres contacted me a few weeks ago and we chatted about things to love and things to hate. Here are the fruits of our interview, and the first fresh virginal issue of Vinyl Riot magazine, an online magazine (go environment!) which “anyone in the world with an internet connection [...]
PRINCE HENRI, PART SIX: “PRINCESS CAROLINE’S Fencing Ring and Velveteen Things”
It was a crisp Spring day when Caroline rose to take her weekly fencing lessons with her father. The Princess was rested and fresh as the flower buds on the tree branches as she sprang down the stairs past the Ice-cream parlour with its closed pastel doors, the bowling alley, and Tramp-room.
“La di dah dah” [...]
I HAVE MANIFEST DADAISM