September 2011
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A New Beginning
I start classes for my MFA in poetry tomorrow. I’m going to Columbia College in Chicago and have been moved into my apartment in beautiful Bucktown for a little over a month. I’m about to start a crazy lifestyle that I don’t want to stop for a long time. It’s crazy getting my mind situated into the reality that this is life now. It’s the first time I’ve ever...
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angry young man
jack sits at a diner table alone. he picks at his eggs running, burnt toast, bacon curled up disgusting like it’s hard to cook bacon it’s just bacon and oh god, the liquid light climbs up the mirror toward the clock and the din disappears and fork over plate he thinks her outstretched and now that man damn it, no, stop, oh god, the feel of a jaw unhinging under raging kunckles of a...
July 2011
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shadow, dancing
i could become like a shadow dancing on the sidewalk while my body stands lamely between the sun and me sidewalk jiving, obstructing dream conquests i strive toward timeless with a body stuck in time, grinding its gears at a current endeavor that creeps into being in the real. we only make things to share with others or nourish ourselves, the other. we share time only, really, pick a moment close...
May 2011
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artistic thing
i am a sharp thing of the sun where i process energy while a rock reflects mindlessly, and a lens merely focuses, but i process energy through time in a non-linear manner, the world’s most complicated machine selling his time and improving his function. can one have more thoughts than another? are we an economy of thoughts on the market? nobody needs an ideas person. i am the world’s...
April 2011
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Biphasic Sleeping Update: Day whatever
Biphasic sleeping is just napping and I take naps most days now so I can stay up late and it works swimmingly. The Spanish got this whole siesta thing pretty spot-on.
I’ve found as long as I try to nap in the general vicinity of 7:30 I’m fine. When I try and push it back to like 10:00 or so and just catch an hour, things get a little fuzzy.
Now to make another big push forward so I...
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schism
and then my soul was chopped from me; bright gem; thing i had nutured lovingly. when i went to bed i set it aside away from her, even, when that was right, which mind led to disasters i’ll have you know the truth about the matter now was distant then, a glimmer in the glass on sunday colored brightly and also all that was good about those sundays when i sat nervous and sinful at the pew and...
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dentist feelings (an abc poem)
always beware callous dentists. empathy for growing heaping imperious jarring keen lumbering monstrous nasty omnipresent PAIN QUAKES remains someone’s task, until vacation with xanax yields zen.
This is for a challenge from @harriet_poetry
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Biphasic Sleeping Day 4: Keeping it real
So after making sure everyone understands that I know I’m just taking a nap every day I reminded myself of this same fact when I went to take my nap yesterday. Basically I told myself if I ended up tossing and turning too much I would just get up later. Screw it.
So naturally I had a wonderful nap, got up at 9:00 like I’m supposed to, watched some AFL while hanging out with my...
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drunk poetry with calculus
make yourself remember that beer makes you happy. every day. remember that beer flows like crystals in the sand, rather sand through crystals, keeping time in an aggregate manner and backwards and again. Regression. Regression to the mean is comfortling like gravity back to the carrying surface. the average of existence is the carrying surface for our lives, day by day, and gravity imitates...
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Biphasic Sleeping Day 3: Yes, it's just napping...
Day 3 was a bit rough, though I think that’s more about having a lot to do and overloading the ol’ brain than the whole sleeping thing. We’ll see. My nap was so-so and I actually ended up hitting the sack a little after 3:30.
This brings up something important: this isn’t polyphasic sleeping. It’s just napping every day at around the same time so your body is used to...
“THAT ONE COUNTS FOR YESTERDAY TOO! I’M STILL DOING NAPOMO!!!”
– Me, a minute ago.
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sandberg grass at 24
just wading my way right through it wading through time up to my knees and that’s scary. still young like an unburdened horse but with training, like an unburdened trained thing plowing its path through grass up to its knees… sandberg grass. plowing and wading. swimming and running, one day maybe if i move forward i’ll find my gait and run run run run run…. till I sit on a...
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Biphasic Sleeping Day 2: I feel great! I'm...
So yesterday was day 2 of this experiment. I received a tweet from a friend of mine telling me I was totally going to go insane by the end of this. Or rather, my going insane would be the end of this.
That ship’s probably sailed though, let’s be honest.
The nap yesterday was much better. I’m guessing I probably actually slept for about an hour out of the 90 minutes in bed. I...
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rough making
some days the going’s smooth some days rough some people grow wheels and roll about because mother our wits are not enough without output to show for the musings you value from your son/daughter/child so brilliant and yet the proof of sunlight and water and nutrients is in the plant. and without a forest to show for all the musings you have known laying in bed with a ceiling fan spinning...
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Inside David Foster Wallace's Private Self Help... →
wordpainting:
fixmyheadproductions:
This is an excellent article, especially if you are a fan of DFW.
Excellent is a total understatement. This article is one of the very best in a large collection of good work on a complicated, brilliant man.
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Biphasic Sleeping Day 1: Nom nom nom coffee nom
I started the biphasic sleeping experiment yesterday. My nap didn’t quite go as planned (damn you coffee at 2:30!) but I stuck it out and made it to 4. I noticed that if I don’t get my nap right it ends up with having a pretty irritating headache. I’ll try and avoid that nonsense going forward.
I don’t feel all that tired today but I anticipate being able to sleep just...
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Biphasic Sleep
“Time for some lifehacking experimentation, I say.”
That was me as of a few hours ago.
I stayed up until roughly 6:30AM on Sunday doing work related stuff. Rolled into work around 10. Ended up leaving at 6, ate until roughly 7:30, and then slept until 10:30.
I then stayed up from then until roughly 4:30 and slept until 8:30. I loved it.So productive.
A few weeks ago I read about...
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that last one was a bit silly
I keep it serious here. *serious face*
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procrastinating beaver
you know your mind has flooded when you find procrastination in poetry writing, like a beaver sculpting a Beaver Shakespeare from the bird calls in the afternoon, while the stream rushes past in a lounge. but then, that sounds nice.
“I just added comments to my blog. I hope moderating these things doesn’t...”
– Brian Miles (potential last sane thought)
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Some Blog Post Type Substance
Things have been crazy.
When I started this blog I was working a job I didn’t like all that much as a sales writer for a dysfunctional web development firm and really needed an escape. I was less than a year out of college. I had just failed in my applications to graduate school. I didn’t really know what to do with life.
I got a new job in early summer as a web developer and things...
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wave life
the onset outset beginning of a happiness curls up nestles against the antiquated cynic as he sits against a cold wall breathing reality through his pores and drinking through teeth scattered over every inch of his skin and hair and clothing and biting. this is a slide a mile high bright red raging toward the ground from the white cloud in the blue sky lies paradise and the fall exhilarates the...
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damn it
that last poem counts for yesterday. i’m still doing one for every day of the month this month.
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my meditation
light flood flashing white light washing over your thoughts and breathing soft like diving through the sun star cloud the bright side of the moon and on and waking. to cold reality and work and physics.
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iteratively art
testing the sun for shining seems a waste of vital energy and yet it pours out anyway so please, don’t feel guilty: garner output. convert. the law of conservation of mass and energy holds for poetry. yes poetry yes art output from input feels cold and yet and yet the sun for shining warmth warms the moon however cold better than a blanket on a soul warming output is finer and penetrates...
shergawia: Now that we have tasted hope →
Now that we have come out of hiding,
Why would we live again in the tombs we’d made out of our souls?
And the sundered bodies that we’ve reassembled with prayers and consolations,
What would their torn parts be other than flesh?
Now that we have tasted hope
And dressed each other’s wounds…
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the artistic life
impulses roll through my moments and days stop. like kerosene globules to a space flame stop. i pick them from trees in the sea stop. and i fall to the grass suddenly stop. the visions i see in the snow stop. were filtered from thoughts long ago stop. they swell like a fruit becomes ripe stop. and pop! till they come back at night
February 2011
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anxious unreality
set atap the foot set tapping (from the knee to the floor) set tapping atap the foot set tapping (from the knee to the floor and the knee and the floor and the foot) set tapping set caffeinated tap atap set tapping (and the knee and the floor) why does god creator god distribute worries like bread loaves among his herd? do this not that obey me or flaunt me and BURN BURN BURN BURN BURN (nope) i...
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conscious curse yes
A bleeding orange upon a skin of brown like a liquefied peel dripped upon wood in the sky, down to the fields, an evening, half-sky, half-tilled-produce of the time of men. *snip* “…orange in a brief repose, languid scent of the repose, yes, repose in the nostrils no the nose yes repose in the nose upon every cell of the nose an orange repose yes” *snip* Rusted bars of the cell...
November 2010
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Closed Eyes
In the black. In the black void. In the black void find me under a bootsole ‘till you’ve encompassed all. The void. Myself. The boot. The sole. In the red ideas hang like moments or snowflakes found timeless suspended in a black sky. At times they’ll be poked. Others grasped. Others they’ll encompass all. In solitude it’s difficult not to encompass all. I find the rumored existence of...
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a villanelle for my girlfriend the snoozapotamus
My snoozapotamus enjoys scheming against the sun, and i feel boisterous when she looks fabulous with her makeup and hair all done. My snoozapotamus always comes back to us when thinking of where to have fun, and I feel boisterous when she is humorous at the bar when we meet someone. My snoozapotamus can be so dexterous avoiding the light of the sun, and i feel boisterous when she looks fabulous...
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kingdoms of maggots
he can’t stop screaming at the screen. as if the fault lies there, diving down into creases, digging through sheets, imagining realities where ignorance doesn’t find pride, doesn’t find the hubris that befalls putrid kingdoms of maggots and sarah palin. as if the screen could do the thinking when it knows how bad this is, how loveless of one’s country this is, how can evil...
July 2010
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make
like a thought bubble materialized the face settled together the hair like samson apollo i am donatello or my david amalgamates from thought-stuff from my mind and my mind material world come get it enter in
look back what’s to see what’s the stuff of memory at 2am i lived there who are you?
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pipes
squeeze me through to another side squeeze me through to the end and past, and when I’ve passed through black blue yellow when i’ve passed through the walls that contain me passed into the past memories, dulled on the repeat— you will dull me on the repeat, past memories catch me only on the echo trap me there and hold me in a tin box keep me holed up like a bit of rage of...
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nooneishere:
colinh:
knightsofidledays:
“A rich tourist is driving through a town where everyone lives on debt. He stops at the motel and lays a $100 bill on the desk, saying he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs in order to pick one to spend the night.
“As soon as the man walks upstairs, the owner grabs the bill and runs next door to pay his debt to the butcher. The butcher takes the...
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bacchae
the overwhelming feeling i get is that of getting ripped to shreds by my mother and how the heart must break with special significance HAHAHAHA god? if you knock three times and i don’t answer, i never was i’ll leave the result of KICKING DOWN MY DOOR as an exercise yet at the speed of faster than light i believed (i was drunk)
June 2010
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(like a black hole)
mister bidart — when i see the dead dog sniffed by the dog sniffing the reflexive tail of a living dog sniffing a dead dog on a reflective summer day (the sea can be blinding) i do not see an accident, no sir, i do not see a mere twist (of fate) conscious of a turn in the winds the sailor will adjust his sail in the blinding as if he knew (he did) i will not die, and no living thing will die...
May 2010
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(the TVs just play static)
all eye, no mind he said, and i ear to the ground and listening to the tin can tinny sound of a tin can in the ground, looked up at the starry night sky (sans glasses, stars get dull, explode) you know from past painting, a painting from the past, when looking into the sky of a starry night, you see the past time Sam see the past time again sifting through the clotted modern atmopshere see the...
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Hermann says to Jack (Mr. K)
pour out the sinewy, bulbous river de las almas, Taker and purge the atmosphere of wasted moments like tar-ridden lungs en las montañas where the sludge wears thin, you get left with sticky surfaces lest you scrub, but when spiders spin at night they get a pass these days and so i pass this to you, amigo, like a still moving corpse dictating Milton to the babe: some days are nighttime some days...
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under my stars comes
in the dust lie round entities which jump at the chance to expose folly — to devise injury — to begin to see the edges where secrets will come to be when she dove in the dusty way she had to sneeze through almost a burrowing as if she, a heated mole — she in heat the mole — sneezes through the dusty way through my minefield of entities you secrets become me on this sheet...
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BryeMye: Michael Robbins' "Lust for Life" →
This is another take on this from my dear girlfriend, who quite clearly has a better grasp of current events than I do. I think parts of it are better.
I think Tiger Woods is more amusing in stanza two, but her’s probably makes more sense.
shiveringstunned:
I read this poem in the New Yorker a while ago and very much enjoyed it.
Text:
“Lust for Life”
The elephants ate each other then...