Duval is getting that humidity back/
Spring Break '10, after eleven o'clock tomorrow/
Two papers to write (sheesh), a roadtrip to enjoy and hopefully some dang sunshine!/
Wowowowowow, life is good, I am happy/
So it goes (life is cyclical)/
11.3.10
6.3.10
"Let's Rage"
First person/third person? Self awareness versus narration? Projection and tangible reality? Thoughts discussed over a Friday lunch at Hovan, in a March that has come like a lion.
Lisa, her hair bunched in a frazzled ponytail, at Waffle House, 2 in the morning, our waitress. Funny, fuzzy-visioned observations: lights that look like moons; a cat outside in the cold air (striped and gray) poking through dowdy shrubs; highways rushing past dotted with ruby bits of tail lights; the perfect circle of a girl's ass, cheeks slightly hanging out, in a stretchy skirt and towering heels; the velvet sky and trees like paper cutouts; a passenger window cold against my forehead. Jacksonville, I love you.
Lisa, her hair bunched in a frazzled ponytail, at Waffle House, 2 in the morning, our waitress. Funny, fuzzy-visioned observations: lights that look like moons; a cat outside in the cold air (striped and gray) poking through dowdy shrubs; highways rushing past dotted with ruby bits of tail lights; the perfect circle of a girl's ass, cheeks slightly hanging out, in a stretchy skirt and towering heels; the velvet sky and trees like paper cutouts; a passenger window cold against my forehead. Jacksonville, I love you.
5.3.10
I Should Be Sleeping
But I'm not?
Arthur kitty is sitting in the window, a furred, purring sentinel.
R. is sick today and couldn't get off of work, so no ATL tomorrow. That's okay, we shall conquer the High, vegan soul food, and the land of peaches and peanuts another weekend.
Today I met a woman named Yardley. What a fabulous name.
Nordic Princess just came in and addressed the availability of donuts and fruit cups at this hour of the night, and her subsequent fullness. She makes me laugh, {rauchen}, I am going to miss her so much.
Louise said, nothing has changed! In regards to humanity and the conditions of the Middle Ages, and I said you're right, existence is continuous. She said, it's ridiculous, terrible. Maybe, but just think, I said, only the large looming things are written down, to learn from, not the nuances and subtleties of the good and happy. They go unmentioned, but they happened then as they happen now. Oh, how funny, she said.
Tomorrow I shall be tired, but what do tomorrows matter? My mind is full now. And now, and now and now. Still now. Now is the silliest word, it loses it's meaning after it's uttered or typed or even thought.
That's all.
Arthur kitty is sitting in the window, a furred, purring sentinel.
R. is sick today and couldn't get off of work, so no ATL tomorrow. That's okay, we shall conquer the High, vegan soul food, and the land of peaches and peanuts another weekend.
Today I met a woman named Yardley. What a fabulous name.
Nordic Princess just came in and addressed the availability of donuts and fruit cups at this hour of the night, and her subsequent fullness. She makes me laugh, {rauchen}, I am going to miss her so much.
Louise said, nothing has changed! In regards to humanity and the conditions of the Middle Ages, and I said you're right, existence is continuous. She said, it's ridiculous, terrible. Maybe, but just think, I said, only the large looming things are written down, to learn from, not the nuances and subtleties of the good and happy. They go unmentioned, but they happened then as they happen now. Oh, how funny, she said.
Tomorrow I shall be tired, but what do tomorrows matter? My mind is full now. And now, and now and now. Still now. Now is the silliest word, it loses it's meaning after it's uttered or typed or even thought.
That's all.
2.3.10
1.3.10
Monday Monday
Day trip with a darling to see some darlings, happy times three counties down and over. Rebecca Lucille begins her internship at the hospital here in Jacksonville today, this is jovial. Nordic Princess and I will graduate and move out on the same day, we recently discovered, a grand finale I suppose.. this is not jovial. My blonde sister from another mister, we've been connected at the hip since my first day at UNF almost three years ago, through thick and thin, through arguments, through good and bad, through sisterly love. Sigh.
27.2.10
The Week for a Coup de Grâce
How is it that it's those who are the most adamant about you standing up for yourself are the most indignant when it's them you stand up to?
24.2.10
23.2.10
Das Ende
"Invented to fulfill a need... certainly her discovery seems fortuitous" -- Diane Watt, on Marie de France appearing in direct correlation with the rise of our contemporary view of authorship as a singular endeavor.
21.2.10
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me!
An may there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound or foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness or farewell
When I embark.
For though from out our bourne of time and place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
-- Alfred Tennyson
(found in the funeral book of my great uncle Benny, who died in 1937, on the 9th of September at 10:45 in the morning at the age of 10 years, 6 months and 14 days)
And one clear call for me!
An may there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound or foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness or farewell
When I embark.
For though from out our bourne of time and place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
-- Alfred Tennyson
(found in the funeral book of my great uncle Benny, who died in 1937, on the 9th of September at 10:45 in the morning at the age of 10 years, 6 months and 14 days)
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