looking at these pictures, it seems like i got my game face during the tail end of a clearance sale: "ALL GAME FACES MUST GO!"
"GET THEM WHILE YOU CAN! GOOD WHILE SUPPLY LASTS!"
when that happens, this is what you get.
if you find a picture that does me justice, tell me. i've been to the site several times and my face still looks the same, dammit.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Friday, June 16, 2006
Monday, June 12, 2006
eep!
i caught a typo in a previous post and almost died.
it's the absolute worst when you're all serious and shit and you make a boo-boo.
"oh, look at me, i'm deep."
"oh, look at you, you've got a typo."
kinda reminds me of that time i was arguing with moe.
tempers were flaring, voices were octaves higher; at a critical point, i became ungrammatical.
grammar trumped logic-- he won that one.
it's the absolute worst when you're all serious and shit and you make a boo-boo.
"oh, look at me, i'm deep."
"oh, look at you, you've got a typo."
kinda reminds me of that time i was arguing with moe.
tempers were flaring, voices were octaves higher; at a critical point, i became ungrammatical.
grammar trumped logic-- he won that one.
so, i was sitting in the garden, right? and...
eucalyptus I
[06XII06]
without its leaves, the eucalyptus tree
in our garden becomes an accusing
finger rising from the ground--
a silent, static gesture that blames
the sky for its nakedness
around it, other trees whisper of
its vulnerability and pity its voicelessness
and lost knowledge of dance
the wind and birds don’t recognize
the eucalyptus unclothed
and above, the clouds race past
unwilling to get caught in its
still, bone-bare branches
___
eucalyptus II
[06XII06]
a white finger
pointing at the stars
graceful and long
unencumbered by modesty
or a paralyzed paintbrush
held upright and firm by the earth
with the paper sky doing all the work
for the uninspired artist
[06XII06]
without its leaves, the eucalyptus tree
in our garden becomes an accusing
finger rising from the ground--
a silent, static gesture that blames
the sky for its nakedness
around it, other trees whisper of
its vulnerability and pity its voicelessness
and lost knowledge of dance
the wind and birds don’t recognize
the eucalyptus unclothed
and above, the clouds race past
unwilling to get caught in its
still, bone-bare branches
___
eucalyptus II
[06XII06]
a white finger
pointing at the stars
graceful and long
unencumbered by modesty
or a paralyzed paintbrush
held upright and firm by the earth
with the paper sky doing all the work
for the uninspired artist
Saturday, June 03, 2006
xandra, this is what my murmur meant.
the sea will change you, she said.
all i could do was murmur my assent.
i have learned that some things are better read than heard.
for example,
winning is the wild, fierce joy of a raptor flying.
murmuring has no place here. so let us begin again.
the sea will change you, she said.
i offer a stone as a reply. one that is shiny, black, and smooth after years spent in the water.
yes, the sea will change you.
flesh is more pliant than stone, softer,
more susceptible to the dulcet songs of the ocean.
consider how quickly we allow the waves to dictate the movement our bodies.
we float and we are carried away.
consider how quickly we glow after imbibing in the sun. we are mutable.
but before we talk of the ocean, we must speak of the trip--
all i could do was murmur my assent.
i have learned that some things are better read than heard.
for example,
winning is the wild, fierce joy of a raptor flying.
murmuring has no place here. so let us begin again.
the sea will change you, she said.
i offer a stone as a reply. one that is shiny, black, and smooth after years spent in the water.
yes, the sea will change you.
flesh is more pliant than stone, softer,
more susceptible to the dulcet songs of the ocean.
consider how quickly we allow the waves to dictate the movement our bodies.
we float and we are carried away.
consider how quickly we glow after imbibing in the sun. we are mutable.
but before we talk of the ocean, we must speak of the trip--
on the way
[27V06]
the sky closes her eyes
and clouds darken
behind her lids
tears will fall
and night will follow
___
there
[28V06]
sleep
face up, sheathed in warm liquid
and rock to a basso profundo
soundtrack
dream
underneath the
waves,
and see serpentine sunlight
chase each other on the sand
wake
to the pulsating pink
heart of the world
that reveals
itself at dawn
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