i have to turn out the light and stop reading because i'm confusing this moth and it's throwing itself repeatedly against my window and could expire.
but look at what happened when i wanted to find out why:
what does that first one even mean?
here is why does:
man.
why does a:
i like number two. and finally,
here is the answer
Sunday, June 13, 2010
my whole life
"we were walking in a capsule between amnesias"
greg keeler has this great website where you can read letters and quotes.
greg keeler has this great website where you can read letters and quotes.
Friday, June 11, 2010
house
"they came to a crashing halt like blue airplanes."
these are the shadows i have now
i guess they might come from this
here is a place to hang things
and a garden
and more from rb:
"she stared up at me all the time, her eyes never leaving me as if i were an airfield."
"what i was doing was like an occupation for me. i was that involved in looking at the sky and eating the apple."
"california needs us, so it gathers us from other places."
"i went over to her house. she didn't have a door bell. that was a small victory. one must keep track of all the small victories. i do, anyway."
"then she carved her pumpkin while dinner was cooking beautifully away."
these are the shadows i have now
i guess they might come from this
here is a place to hang things
and a garden
and more from rb:
"she stared up at me all the time, her eyes never leaving me as if i were an airfield."
"what i was doing was like an occupation for me. i was that involved in looking at the sky and eating the apple."
"california needs us, so it gathers us from other places."
"i went over to her house. she didn't have a door bell. that was a small victory. one must keep track of all the small victories. i do, anyway."
"then she carved her pumpkin while dinner was cooking beautifully away."
Thursday, June 10, 2010
ladies
i woke up today thinking about the women in rb's life. and of the beautiful girls on his covers. he loved women. or loved himself being in love with them. but he was bad at love.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
comps
i'm doing it. i thought i might not but it seems i am. i started with richard brautigan because i thought it would be a nice way into everything. this is what he looks like now
he says, "he had appeared as a specter and disappeared as a specter. there was nothing of us in his coming and going. he was just another specter, chained to a log, fleeing alligators at big sur."
here is what will follow rb
before i started reading for comps, i took the weekend to read non-comps items, such as:
with deer
and boris by the sea (again)
and black life
and i tried to get through forever valley but i ran out of time
and the pacific review which has turned itself into ghost town
and the new thermos
and i went for a walk
he says, "he had appeared as a specter and disappeared as a specter. there was nothing of us in his coming and going. he was just another specter, chained to a log, fleeing alligators at big sur."
here is what will follow rb
before i started reading for comps, i took the weekend to read non-comps items, such as:
with deer
and boris by the sea (again)
and black life
and i tried to get through forever valley but i ran out of time
and the pacific review which has turned itself into ghost town
and the new thermos
and i went for a walk
Friday, June 4, 2010
pictures
i went to this baseball game in may. it was so beautiful there.
i spent forty minutes trying to photograph lightning. it didn't work.
i tried this sweet popcorn.
and now i'm going to show you more pictures from mt. sanitas, which i just typed as st. sanitas
that's actually it, over there. we went to the wrong place at first.
this should be dani's match.com photo
the day ended with a sleepy red puppy
i spent forty minutes trying to photograph lightning. it didn't work.
i tried this sweet popcorn.
and now i'm going to show you more pictures from mt. sanitas, which i just typed as st. sanitas
that's actually it, over there. we went to the wrong place at first.
this should be dani's match.com photo
the day ended with a sleepy red puppy
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