I’m liking this process of writing these off the top of my head, and putting them out there for immediate comment. It’s sorta like hanging fresh sheets of paint before knowing what the picture is of.
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Night
sometimes leaves
wounds that never
heal. Broad daylight can carve you
too. Dawn and dusk hold their own
dangers. Face it:
nothing is safe, nothing is
comforting. You might as well
give up on growing old, as it
happens so rarely. In fact,
pretend you’re already dead.
Pretend you’re not American.
Pretend the clothes on your back
smell of napalm. Think
of imperialism as a flavor of the
month at the local ice cream parlor,
and scoop yourself out a double dip.
Buy jewelry from Mexico, henna from
Egypt, hash from what they tell you is Morocco
but is more likely Contra Costa, California.
Give up your television, praise your musicians,
wave a burning flag at the cameras, run home
to your parents when the flames get too close.
This is your world. All that danger you claim
to despise? It’s your breath. All that money
you claim to fear? It’s your blood. All that bullshit
you claim to reject? It’s your bullshit.
And owning your bullshit is part of growing up.
Night wounds you, yes; day carves you, yes;
everything is always fatal in the last reel. But
you were born here, you were made here, and as
bad as it is, bite down on it like tinfoil and love it:
it’s the only way
you’ll ever find
the heart
to make it disappear.

May 26th, 2004 at 7:47 pm
Re: although I have to ask….
Nope, it’s political at its core. Pretty much from the first word.
May 26th, 2004 at 7:47 pm
Re: although I have to ask….
Nope, it’s political at its core. Pretty much from the first word.
May 26th, 2004 at 7:47 pm
Re: although I have to ask….
Nope, it’s political at its core. Pretty much from the first word.
May 26th, 2004 at 7:47 pm
Re: although I have to ask….
Nope, it’s political at its core. Pretty much from the first word.
May 26th, 2004 at 2:39 pm
although I have to ask….
…”Pretend you’re not American”.
Is it me, or does it seem like this poem is divided in the sense
that it wants to head in two opposite directions? The “American” line,
followed by the international references informs me that something politic is on the table here, but the beginning doesn’t seem to want to go that way at all? Am I off? Am I correct?
May 26th, 2004 at 2:39 pm
although I have to ask….
…”Pretend you’re not American”.
Is it me, or does it seem like this poem is divided in the sense
that it wants to head in two opposite directions? The “American” line,
followed by the international references informs me that something politic is on the table here, but the beginning doesn’t seem to want to go that way at all? Am I off? Am I correct?
May 26th, 2004 at 2:39 pm
although I have to ask….
…”Pretend you’re not American”.
Is it me, or does it seem like this poem is divided in the sense
that it wants to head in two opposite directions? The “American” line,
followed by the international references informs me that something politic is on the table here, but the beginning doesn’t seem to want to go that way at all? Am I off? Am I correct?
May 26th, 2004 at 2:39 pm
although I have to ask….
…”Pretend you’re not American”.
Is it me, or does it seem like this poem is divided in the sense
that it wants to head in two opposite directions? The “American” line,
followed by the international references informs me that something politic is on the table here, but the beginning doesn’t seem to want to go that way at all? Am I off? Am I correct?
May 26th, 2004 at 2:34 pm
oh, and I meant funny as in, coincidental. If you ask a couple of the folks around here who have been listening and reading to my work for the past few years, they’ll tell you that I don’t sound at all like the person who moved here in ’97. I’m hoping it’s a good thing.
May 26th, 2004 at 2:34 pm
oh, and I meant funny as in, coincidental. If you ask a couple of the folks around here who have been listening and reading to my work for the past few years, they’ll tell you that I don’t sound at all like the person who moved here in ’97. I’m hoping it’s a good thing.
May 26th, 2004 at 2:34 pm
oh, and I meant funny as in, coincidental. If you ask a couple of the folks around here who have been listening and reading to my work for the past few years, they’ll tell you that I don’t sound at all like the person who moved here in ’97. I’m hoping it’s a good thing.
May 26th, 2004 at 2:34 pm
oh, and I meant funny as in, coincidental. If you ask a couple of the folks around here who have been listening and reading to my work for the past few years, they’ll tell you that I don’t sound at all like the person who moved here in ’97. I’m hoping it’s a good thing.
May 26th, 2004 at 2:32 pm
the business of 1st drafting
“I’m liking this process of writing these off the top of my head”.
You know what’s funny about this? It’s like we’re both going through big changes at the same time with our writing styles. Seriously. I seem to remember that you had been obsessive (to say a little) with the revising and revising of your work before you would *ever* let it out for public view/reading. Is it because of the immediate AND literal feedback that LJ affords? See, this is what scares me about posting a poem of mine on here.
May 26th, 2004 at 2:32 pm
the business of 1st drafting
“I’m liking this process of writing these off the top of my head”.
You know what’s funny about this? It’s like we’re both going through big changes at the same time with our writing styles. Seriously. I seem to remember that you had been obsessive (to say a little) with the revising and revising of your work before you would *ever* let it out for public view/reading. Is it because of the immediate AND literal feedback that LJ affords? See, this is what scares me about posting a poem of mine on here.
May 26th, 2004 at 2:32 pm
the business of 1st drafting
“I’m liking this process of writing these off the top of my head”.
You know what’s funny about this? It’s like we’re both going through big changes at the same time with our writing styles. Seriously. I seem to remember that you had been obsessive (to say a little) with the revising and revising of your work before you would *ever* let it out for public view/reading. Is it because of the immediate AND literal feedback that LJ affords? See, this is what scares me about posting a poem of mine on here.
May 26th, 2004 at 2:32 pm
the business of 1st drafting
“I’m liking this process of writing these off the top of my head”.
You know what’s funny about this? It’s like we’re both going through big changes at the same time with our writing styles. Seriously. I seem to remember that you had been obsessive (to say a little) with the revising and revising of your work before you would *ever* let it out for public view/reading. Is it because of the immediate AND literal feedback that LJ affords? See, this is what scares me about posting a poem of mine on here.
May 25th, 2004 at 6:55 am
Re: well golly, sir
Oh, Ms. RAC, you have no idea how much of a fucking myth I truly am.
Thanks.
May 25th, 2004 at 6:55 am
Re: well golly, sir
Oh, Ms. RAC, you have no idea how much of a fucking myth I truly am.
Thanks.
May 25th, 2004 at 6:55 am
Re: well golly, sir
Oh, Ms. RAC, you have no idea how much of a fucking myth I truly am.
Thanks.
May 25th, 2004 at 6:55 am
Re: well golly, sir
Oh, Ms. RAC, you have no idea how much of a fucking myth I truly am.
Thanks.
May 24th, 2004 at 4:06 pm
well golly, sir
i sure hope i right lack you when i gid old!
this is the kind of poem that i wish i could throw a bag over its head while strolling down the street, drag behind some rose bushes and beat to a pulp until it believes me when i say, “damn it. I wrote you. forget about that tony guy. he’s a fucking myth.”
May 24th, 2004 at 4:06 pm
well golly, sir
i sure hope i right lack you when i gid old!
this is the kind of poem that i wish i could throw a bag over its head while strolling down the street, drag behind some rose bushes and beat to a pulp until it believes me when i say, “damn it. I wrote you. forget about that tony guy. he’s a fucking myth.”
May 24th, 2004 at 4:06 pm
well golly, sir
i sure hope i right lack you when i gid old!
this is the kind of poem that i wish i could throw a bag over its head while strolling down the street, drag behind some rose bushes and beat to a pulp until it believes me when i say, “damn it. I wrote you. forget about that tony guy. he’s a fucking myth.”
May 24th, 2004 at 4:06 pm
well golly, sir
i sure hope i right lack you when i gid old!
this is the kind of poem that i wish i could throw a bag over its head while strolling down the street, drag behind some rose bushes and beat to a pulp until it believes me when i say, “damn it. I wrote you. forget about that tony guy. he’s a fucking myth.”
May 24th, 2004 at 11:25 am
i LOVE this line:
Night wounds you, yes; day carves you, yes;
May 24th, 2004 at 11:25 am
i LOVE this line:
Night wounds you, yes; day carves you, yes;
May 24th, 2004 at 11:25 am
i LOVE this line:
Night wounds you, yes; day carves you, yes;
May 24th, 2004 at 11:25 am
i LOVE this line:
Night wounds you, yes; day carves you, yes;
May 24th, 2004 at 11:10 am
Re: It’s Official . . .
Flattered, and honored. Climb aboard…I always reciprocate, by the way…
May 24th, 2004 at 11:10 am
Re: It’s Official . . .
Flattered, and honored. Climb aboard…I always reciprocate, by the way…
May 24th, 2004 at 11:10 am
Re: It’s Official . . .
Flattered, and honored. Climb aboard…I always reciprocate, by the way…
May 24th, 2004 at 11:10 am
Re: It’s Official . . .
Flattered, and honored. Climb aboard…I always reciprocate, by the way…
May 24th, 2004 at 11:07 am
It’s Official . . .
. . . I need to read you more often than I do. You have a way of expressing so much crap I carry with me because I don’t know how to name it, or if I put it down, someone just piles more on me. Mind if I “friend” you?
May 24th, 2004 at 11:07 am
It’s Official . . .
. . . I need to read you more often than I do. You have a way of expressing so much crap I carry with me because I don’t know how to name it, or if I put it down, someone just piles more on me. Mind if I “friend” you?
May 24th, 2004 at 11:07 am
It’s Official . . .
. . . I need to read you more often than I do. You have a way of expressing so much crap I carry with me because I don’t know how to name it, or if I put it down, someone just piles more on me. Mind if I “friend” you?
May 24th, 2004 at 11:07 am
It’s Official . . .
. . . I need to read you more often than I do. You have a way of expressing so much crap I carry with me because I don’t know how to name it, or if I put it down, someone just piles more on me. Mind if I “friend” you?