Posted May 9, 2012 at 10:18am
Posted May 9, 2012 at 10:17am
Posted May 2, 2012 at 4:26pm
my youth
We went over to Dave’s house and got really stoned. Called up some girls, but none of them were home. Steve came over and he brought some alcohol. Now we’re getting really depressed just staring at the wall.
Posted May 2, 2012 at 3:34am
calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time… alone in suicide, which is deeper than death.
Posted February 13, 2012 at 3:39am
Her words pour out as if her throat were a broken
artery and her mind were cut-glass, carelessly handled.
You imagine her in a huge velvet hat with great
dangling black feathers,
but she shaves her head instead
and goes for three day midnight walks.
Sometimes she goes down to the dock and dances
off the end of it, simply to prove her belief
that people who cannot walk on water
are phonies, or dead.
When she is cruel, she is very, very
cool and when she is kind she is lavish.
Fisherman think perhaps she’s a fish, but they’re all
fools.
She figured out that the only way
to keep from being frozen was to
stay in motion, and long ago converted
most of her flesh into liquid. Now when she
smells danger, she spills herself all over,
like gasoline, and lights it.
She leaves the taste of salt and iron
under your tongue, but you dont mind
The common woman is as common
as the reddest wine
artery and her mind were cut-glass, carelessly handled.
You imagine her in a huge velvet hat with great
dangling black feathers,
but she shaves her head instead
and goes for three day midnight walks.
Sometimes she goes down to the dock and dances
off the end of it, simply to prove her belief
that people who cannot walk on water
are phonies, or dead.
When she is cruel, she is very, very
cool and when she is kind she is lavish.
Fisherman think perhaps she’s a fish, but they’re all
fools.
She figured out that the only way
to keep from being frozen was to
stay in motion, and long ago converted
most of her flesh into liquid. Now when she
smells danger, she spills herself all over,
like gasoline, and lights it.
She leaves the taste of salt and iron
under your tongue, but you dont mind
The common woman is as common
as the reddest wine
— Judy Grahn, Detroit Annie, Hitchhiking
Posted February 11, 2012 at 2:40pm
Posted January 21, 2012 at 12:44pm
In early youth, as we contemplate our coming life, we are like children in a theater before the curtain is raised, sitting there in high spirits and eagerly awaiting for the play to begin. It is a blessing that we do not know what is really going to happen. Could we foresee it, there are times when children might seem like condemned prisoners; condemned, not to death, but to life, and yet unconscious of what their sentence means.” - Schopenhauer
Posted January 21, 2012 at 12:19pm




