Friday, July 24, 2009

right now people in my office are:

* picking chicken bones
* watching DVDs from redbox (2)
* on the phone with their lawyer about their pending divorce
* talking about making "doll babies" (2)
* reading a book
* Internet (2)

After this blog post I am going to finish putting together a chapbook of new poems. Then I will read some more and hopefully write some more.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Oh, I Get It

Something happened and then something else happened. Then a door opened and a man walked through. Feet on the floor and then the body follows. Other things occurred. Other steps were taken and the body went other places. A strange woman's mouth is a pit. Windows were opened and closed. Dust accumulated on the records and then was wiped off. Many voices said many words but all the words meant power. More feet went more places and something else happened. The strange woman reached into the strange man and pulled out a pink and black g-string. They discovered they were sad.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Basically a good day

This morning I discovered this line in Proverbs, "my kidneys will exult when your lips speak uprightness." I had the following thoughts:

Kidneys? Why kidneys? That's weird. That's like Edith Wharton mentioning bananas weird-- it has to be some kind of cultural signifier that I'm not aware of. I'll try to Google kidney bible or role of kidney in biblical times. (bananas signify wealth)

Then I went to the bathroom and peed out my coffee and thought:

Oh! Kidneys, like the purifiers of the body! Did they know that back then? Is that why the kidneys will be happy when you take in Jesus?


I confess to reading the bible only when I am in a contentious mood. Which means my husband should live on the roof. (read Proverbs 21:9)

I've also been re-reading The Energy of Delusion by Viktor Shklovsky. I've been going over the chapter called, "Everything in Life can be Montaged." I can't list all the fantastic quotes from his man because I would basically be transcribing the whole book. Here are a few:

"He (Tolstoy) detests people talking about precision as if it were realism."

"Reality is not the depiction of the mundane."

"He (Tolstoy) wants to show the strangeness of the mundane-- through detail."

"In Tolstoy's fiction, details are written as if in a different handwriting; the willful intrusion of the wide-frame shot into the main theme is intentionally emphasized."

And lastly, have you read Adam Kirsch? His book of poems Invasions was released in 2008. He uses traditional forms. He is amazingly good. Here is one of his poems:

The Gothic silhouette and flying spire
Address the campus with a confidence
Inherited from buttresses and choirs
Adapted to the Catholic skies of France.
If at the swinging summons of the bell
The snow-blind distance gradually revealed
A feudal Sunday's lost processional
Of ox-drawn peasants and their mounted lord,
It would be less surprising than the sight
Of so few Christians in these ranks of pews,
Who gather out of homesickness or habit
To hear the echoes of the old good news--
Waiting until the concrete dorms decay
For these stone arches' rediscoverer
To envy or regret the certainty
Of dead parishioners that never were.

Dude, I'm gonna post my word count every Friday at 3. Sound good?