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Datta, Dayadhvam, Damyata
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[Jan 01 2010 / 12:00am] |
 Saddlebacked, Amy Culter Please introduce yourselves. |
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[Oct 02 2009 / 6:17pm] |
My darling fox babies,
I must admit this livejournal thing is becoming a bit exhausting. I still read your entries, but I won't write here anymore. If you want to read about my silly real life, you are more than welcome to follow me here: http://tigercatcher.tumblr.com
Or you can always always email me or text me or call me or write me, etc.
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| Theodora's Feet |
[Jul 29 2009 / 2:11am] |
After the show, Theodora brushes excess
barley off her sticky skin and pulls knee to
chest, feet against groin, slowly massaging
her rough soles. Down the hall, an acidic smell
reaches me before I sense my mother's
presence, sitting in front of the television
with tired feet soaking in vinegar to remove
corns. My toes in a lover's mouth as our
bodies collide with the weight of history.
In the morning, Justinian remembers only
the smell of vinegar. As my mother feeds
geese, their red feet dance beneath the water.
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[Jul 23 2009 / 6:12pm] |
"Sometimes, we need to return to certain ancient gestures of tenderness. Gestures are more than just gestures, they are like drawings made by one body on another body."
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| a way to not yet be wanted, a way to not yet be wanted |
[Jun 15 2009 / 9:25pm] |
I have somehow managed to alienate myself from everyone I used to love, and it is a halting kind of loneliness; my heart is a ghost haunting my body. Do you know what it's like, to have your body betray you?
I swim by myself, float on my back and watch the cars drive past the spillway. I eat ice cream by myself, walk around the deserted shopping complexes of run-down Tuscaloosa. Most days, I stay in bed for 18 hours, reading and sleeping.
Jorie Graham writes, "there is a way to not yet be wanted," and I'm hanging onto it by a thread. There is a way to not yet be wanted.
Songs I have been listening to lately:
♥ When I was a Young Girl, Barbara Dane
♥ You Don't Know How it Feels, Tom Petty
♥ Hospital Bed, Seabear
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| maybe in the next world maybe in the next world |
[May 07 2009 / 1:45am] |
1. Jorie Graham is the most intelligent person that I have ever heard.
2. I am going home next week.
3. These days, I find myself reading more and more desperately.
4. Two more papers, one more homework, two more exams.
5. A picnic, finger sandwiches, afternoon matinee, and perhaps the cloisters before I leave.
6. Trying to learn the entirety of Statistics before noon.
I am keeping a paper journal these days, and it feels nice to have something solid and permanent in front of me. I can say, these are my thoughts, they come in blue, purple, and sea-green. My plans for the summer include:
1. Sleeping on the dock
2. Reading all those books I bought and never got around to reading, including: sonnets to orpheus, anna karenina, ulysses, a biography on marie antoinette still, and the complete letters of oscar wilde.
3. I think it will be nice reading someone else's letters and journals for a change.
4. Adrienne Rich writes, "I ache, brilliantly."
( 5. Something to maybe cheer you up. )
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