the new bear parade book is out!!
is it Compassionate Moose by Maize Louise Montgomery.
it is really nice. and free.
28.8.07
Lunar Poem
for jess,
some
things
take
a
long
time
lunar
eclipses
are
one
of
them
bringing
pizza
to
my
mouth
is
the
other
one
some
things
take
a
long
time
lunar
eclipses
are
one
of
them
bringing
pizza
to
my
mouth
is
the
other
one
25.8.07
20.8.07
MUTUAL APPRECIATION
does anyone have a copy of MUTUAL APPRECIATION they could burn/lend me?
i'm dying to see this movie, not just because i like Bishop Allen, but i watched the trailer again and it looks sooooooo good.
help me.
save me.
i am more than willing to return the favor. name your price.
16.8.07
this is not funny
tonight an entire shelf (that i put up an hour earlier) of organic Italian sodas crashed and made a hell of a noise. only two broke... at first. then when i went to clean it up, i touched one with the broom, just ever so slightly like a feather falling on grass, and the goddamn thing exploded! everywhere! it got all over my pants and sent glass going all directions. what do they put in that shit?
"i want to buy you a beer. is there any way i could buy you a beer, like, leave up front for you or something?"
some guy offered to buy me a beer, at the store. he asked me if i understood composition. i told him i was an english major, so he said i must have no idea. then he offered me a beer again. i told him i was 20. i think he was hitting on me. maybe he was just nice. it's hard to tell. i think he was drunk too.
on the plus side i made a really good mix for my friend Jennifer who is visiting me tomorrow.
here's ye old tracklist, lament that tis not for thou:
friday night at the drive-in bingo - JENS LEKMAN
white dove - JOHN VANDERSLICE
police story (black flag cover) - DIRTY PROJECTORS
coffee (ft. John Darnielle) - AESOP ROCK
a change is gonna come (sam cooke cover) - COLD WAR KIDS
paris is burning - ST. VINCENT
the courtesan has sung - SUNSET RUBDOWN
love goes home to paris in the spring - MAGNETIC FIELDS
tranatlantique - BEIRUT
plus ones - OKKERVIL RIVER
the night they drove old dixie down - THE BAND
i'm sorry but i'm beginning to hate your face - EAGLE SEAGULL
sci-fi kid - BLITZEN TRAPPER
the spirit of giving - THE NEW PORNOGRAPHERS
worried shoes - DANIEL JOHNSTON
"i want to buy you a beer. is there any way i could buy you a beer, like, leave up front for you or something?"
some guy offered to buy me a beer, at the store. he asked me if i understood composition. i told him i was an english major, so he said i must have no idea. then he offered me a beer again. i told him i was 20. i think he was hitting on me. maybe he was just nice. it's hard to tell. i think he was drunk too.
on the plus side i made a really good mix for my friend Jennifer who is visiting me tomorrow.
here's ye old tracklist, lament that tis not for thou:
friday night at the drive-in bingo - JENS LEKMAN
white dove - JOHN VANDERSLICE
police story (black flag cover) - DIRTY PROJECTORS
coffee (ft. John Darnielle) - AESOP ROCK
a change is gonna come (sam cooke cover) - COLD WAR KIDS
paris is burning - ST. VINCENT
the courtesan has sung - SUNSET RUBDOWN
love goes home to paris in the spring - MAGNETIC FIELDS
tranatlantique - BEIRUT
plus ones - OKKERVIL RIVER
the night they drove old dixie down - THE BAND
i'm sorry but i'm beginning to hate your face - EAGLE SEAGULL
sci-fi kid - BLITZEN TRAPPER
the spirit of giving - THE NEW PORNOGRAPHERS
worried shoes - DANIEL JOHNSTON
15.8.07
(3) I Am The Protagonist
I keep a toothbrush in my pocket and press my thumb against the bristles. It is a kind of sweet, secret release, like cracking knuckles. I was walking up and down the dalmatian scum floors of Safeway, matching my breathing with my footsteps because I was bored and tired of working and set on Them paying me for doing nothing. There was a girl swimming in my head. She had shifting features, in my head, not in real life, because I was sleepy and the backs of my heels burned. Someone mumbled like a ghost in a echo tube that customer something-or-other needed something blah blah on grumble grumble 3 thanks. I walked, shuffled out of the aisle and started walking faster and faster, almost running, hoping that maybe they would see me freaking out and send me home because I was moving so fast no one could talk to me. I was moving so fast, I went backwards in time. There is me as a baby. Here are the dinosaurs. I helped a woman take her groceries outside. She kept apologizing, "Normally I don't ever need help out, but I thought since it was such a nice day." I pictured what it would be like to kill my co-workers with machetes. Then I felt really gross, like a really terrible human being with super low self-esteem. A picture of cut up orange tangerines circled on top of a blue shifting background, played in my head, and I hummed a Spoon song low in my throat, so customers didn't I was talking to myself. It kept getting later. I was still working. My hands were dry and cracked and hurt and looked like pictures of deserts cut like hands. A woman with a dark dress looked down at a bag of beef jerky and said quietly to her friend with ugly braids, "I don't why I just don't kill myself." The store felt stale and I thought about saying something nice, but I just went back to work.
11.8.07
COME ON FOR CHRIST'S SAKE
if you do not read the new poems at WHALE EMMANUEL LEWIS, your children (whenever they should appear, which is now hurtling towards you ever faster) will be born without eyes or toes and the ability to only speak in screams. that is the one tone of voice your baby will have: scream.
just write macaroni, if you read them. you don't have say anything else. macaroni and then go
just write macaroni, if you read them. you don't have say anything else. macaroni and then go
10.8.07
9.8.07
8.8.07
Whale Emmanuel Lewis
Jess Rowan (a. lobster) and I (a. panda) have just created a bi-lingual, bi-animal, bi-pumpkincookie collaborative poetry/fiction blog named Whale Emmanuel Lewis.
very little there. but i thought you should know about it.
7.8.07
(2) Pandas Probably Drink Safeway Tears
When I woke up, I could smell fire and for a second there, I thought we were all going to die. My heart beat loudly in my chest and I was worried it would wake Coco, my girlfriend,who is also a Panda. She is from China. I never checked the fire, but I guess it was nothing because we didn't die.
It made me think about this sad woman I can hear singing at my work sometimes. The sound never seemed to come from any certain direction, but when I was out sweeping at night I could hear her, crying some awful country song. I wanted to think of her as some sad poetic gesture to the world. But she was just a drunk. A really sad drunk. Maybe if she dated a Panda, like me, she would be happier.
I haven't been sad once since I started dating Coco. Except once, when she mauled me for not doing the dishes and leaving the seat up in the same night. She cut a big line above my eye and she joked and called me Harry Potter all week. I laughed at first. I had it coming, I guess.
Sometimes, when she's asleep, just this big hillock of black and white fur, I wrap my arms around her, as best i can, and pretend we are both Pandas, sleeping in a tuft of grass, while clouds circle around and steep the Asian mountains like smoke. But then I wake up and fix Coco her breakfast. I looked at myself in the mirror one morning. It looked like I was going to cry.
One afternoon, the drunk lady, she asked me, "Do you think my hair is more red or brown." She kept tugging at it, like it was helping. I said more red. Her friend next to her laughed and waved her hand and went inside. The drunk woman looked me in the eyes and then at my name tag. Her skin was clustered into tight wrinkles and I felt really sad for her. She was short and her hair clumped and shot out, like short semi-curly worms jutting out in all directions, escaping her head. She was thin too, really thin. She wanted to trade in 20 cents worth of bottles so she could buy a 40. She always looked like she just got done crying. It was 11:30 in the afternoon.
It made me think about this sad woman I can hear singing at my work sometimes. The sound never seemed to come from any certain direction, but when I was out sweeping at night I could hear her, crying some awful country song. I wanted to think of her as some sad poetic gesture to the world. But she was just a drunk. A really sad drunk. Maybe if she dated a Panda, like me, she would be happier.
I haven't been sad once since I started dating Coco. Except once, when she mauled me for not doing the dishes and leaving the seat up in the same night. She cut a big line above my eye and she joked and called me Harry Potter all week. I laughed at first. I had it coming, I guess.
Sometimes, when she's asleep, just this big hillock of black and white fur, I wrap my arms around her, as best i can, and pretend we are both Pandas, sleeping in a tuft of grass, while clouds circle around and steep the Asian mountains like smoke. But then I wake up and fix Coco her breakfast. I looked at myself in the mirror one morning. It looked like I was going to cry.
One afternoon, the drunk lady, she asked me, "Do you think my hair is more red or brown." She kept tugging at it, like it was helping. I said more red. Her friend next to her laughed and waved her hand and went inside. The drunk woman looked me in the eyes and then at my name tag. Her skin was clustered into tight wrinkles and I felt really sad for her. She was short and her hair clumped and shot out, like short semi-curly worms jutting out in all directions, escaping her head. She was thin too, really thin. She wanted to trade in 20 cents worth of bottles so she could buy a 40. She always looked like she just got done crying. It was 11:30 in the afternoon.
(1) They Will Probably All Be About Safeway
Today, our manager told us the apocalypse occurred.
He said, "Excuse me, but the apocalypse happened. Everyone on Earth is dead. I'm sorry. We are the only people left."
Most people just kept shopping. Some looked around. One guy laughed. Some people buzzed nervously, their cart wheels clattered like deaf tambourines.
Rainbo, an overweight hippy, came on the intercom and read a poem about the first time she did extacy. "I hope that helps," she said, "I once lived in a geodesic dome. I didn't think I would ever miss it." She sounded flat and mixed up, like how particle boards look stacked next to each other.
My manager came on again and said he was sorry that everyone's families are dead. He sounded like he might cry or smile.
I kept sweeping and concentrated on the back and forth motion. The more I stared the more the everything started vibrating and felt like slow-motion. I opened my mouth and felt the vibrations of words on my tongue, but none came out. They lay humming in my throat, warming it slowly, causing me to choke a little. My mouth closed by itself. I thought I might cry or yell. I didn't do either.
The automatic doors were quiet. People started to become visibly nervous.
He said, "Excuse me, but the apocalypse happened. Everyone on Earth is dead. I'm sorry. We are the only people left."
Most people just kept shopping. Some looked around. One guy laughed. Some people buzzed nervously, their cart wheels clattered like deaf tambourines.
Rainbo, an overweight hippy, came on the intercom and read a poem about the first time she did extacy. "I hope that helps," she said, "I once lived in a geodesic dome. I didn't think I would ever miss it." She sounded flat and mixed up, like how particle boards look stacked next to each other.
My manager came on again and said he was sorry that everyone's families are dead. He sounded like he might cry or smile.
I kept sweeping and concentrated on the back and forth motion. The more I stared the more the everything started vibrating and felt like slow-motion. I opened my mouth and felt the vibrations of words on my tongue, but none came out. They lay humming in my throat, warming it slowly, causing me to choke a little. My mouth closed by itself. I thought I might cry or yell. I didn't do either.
The automatic doors were quiet. People started to become visibly nervous.
1 a day for a month
1.8.07
four missing lobster ate swallows in a dark bucket outside Safeway until a bum called them ma'am when they were clearly sir's
the NEW Josh Ritter album is AMAZING. it's called: THE HISTORICAL CONQUESTS OF JOSH RITTER. I just stole it today (sorry Josh). if you have to steal one album this week, i suggest you steal this one. and then i suggest you buy it when it comes out.
i'm sitting in my apartment listening to it. waiting for my 1 dollar pizza to come out of the oven. smelling like stale milk. my ankles are sore from work. i'm tired but i don't want to sleep. i don't work tomorrow or the next day. please hang out with me. i don't see anyone lately.
an old lady called me ma'am, today. i wanted to punch a hole through her head, but i just smiled and told her where the toilet paper was. it's on aisle 6, in case you were wondering. it sucks that i know that.
does anyone have any drugs i can take at work to keep me happy/retarded but still able to work.?
i finished reading the last Harry Potter. it was good. really good. but i don't undertand why people freak out and have seizures and cry about it. i just got to the end and was like, "that was good. good job J.K." that's it. then i went to work. not the end of the world.
i'm sitting in my apartment listening to it. waiting for my 1 dollar pizza to come out of the oven. smelling like stale milk. my ankles are sore from work. i'm tired but i don't want to sleep. i don't work tomorrow or the next day. please hang out with me. i don't see anyone lately.
an old lady called me ma'am, today. i wanted to punch a hole through her head, but i just smiled and told her where the toilet paper was. it's on aisle 6, in case you were wondering. it sucks that i know that.
does anyone have any drugs i can take at work to keep me happy/retarded but still able to work.?
i finished reading the last Harry Potter. it was good. really good. but i don't undertand why people freak out and have seizures and cry about it. i just got to the end and was like, "that was good. good job J.K." that's it. then i went to work. not the end of the world.
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