- you ever feel like nothin' good was ever gonna happen to you?
- yeah, and nothin' did. so what?
there is nothing cool about how much i like poetry
the coolest thing about me is how much i like poetry
night is the insane asylum of the plants
—raúl zurita, purgatory
She rested on an army cot, her head on no pillow, smoking a cigarette that stood straight up, a dreamy funnel. Ashes fell gently to her chest, which was relatively new, covered by Dacron and Egyptian cotton, and waiting to be popular.
I had just installed an air conditioner, 20 percent off and late in the season. That’s how I make a living. I bring ease to noxious kitchens and fuming bedrooms. People who have tried to live by cross ventilation alone have thanked me.
—grace paley, an irrevocable diameter
i just thought of how good this is, maybe the goodest, and i thought you might want to, too.
i think i’m mostly done with the “wanting to die” and the “anathematization” sortsof things which is very lucky cos i’m not not a treasure. i’ve been flossing once a day, sometimes twice
i have appointments to talk to two admissions reps in the next month. i’m going to throw up into the sink. i’m going to shave my head. i’m going to throw up into the sink
wild is the wind
it is impossible to pack up the library (baltimore’s smallest, with the largest dylan thomas section) cos a. i gotta stop and read, man and b. i’m tired and c. wow when i come across one that one of yous gave me i get so excited that i put on some ‘60’s pop and do some calisthenics jumping jacks that’s a calisthenic thx guys if you ever sent me a book and even if you haven’t but if you haven’t it isn’t too late yanno (stud)