writing to know, knowing thru being, being for writing... this is me, writing about the one thing i know, which is myself... and even that is sometimes a mystery...

Friday, October 28, 2005

money talks

My blog is worth $3,387.24.
How much is your blog worth?

not that i particularly care myself, but these things actually speak to some people. funny, isn't it?

you put a $ in front of a # and that can mean more to some people than all of this:

i wish we weren't stuck in a capitalist society

i wish we weren't doomed to a material world

i wish the world weren't corporeal

i wish we weren't corporate


Wednesday, October 26, 2005


to sit on the beach
and stare into the horizon
seeing only endless sea
before my feet
continuous shining waves
rippling into space and
disrupting time
at the end of the world,
i have found infinity.

(i just realized that this should be read with the anniversary's "death of the king" from your majesty. do it! somehow, these two things complement each other perfectly!)

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

the big 'o'

vowels are feminine in nature (or is that a socially conditioned belief?)

names ending with "a" or "e" or "y" or "i" are often assumed (incorrectly) to be girls' names

many languages (french and spanish come to mind) have adjectival variations which require modification with a vowel at the end of the word to designate the feminine form.
[ ex: intelligent (m) // intelligente (f) ]

with this in mind, it seems that vowels are feminine in nature, which, considering the nature of english orthology, makes for an interesting consideration of grammar politics and representation.

because vowels are rare (relatively), but the composition of our language is heavily dependent, reliant on their use.

how does this parallel gender politics, the tension between the sexes, the coexistence?

wouldn't it be fascinating to write a feminist poem solely using vowels, eliminating all consonants?

like a poetic orgasm, a representation of femininity and a bold political message through language.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

recycled entities

(more random thoughts today... sorry to those who expected otherwise.)

recycled entities

we think of animals as recycled entities
there are no individuals
only copies from an original
variations on a theme

but people are too recycled
why should we be different?
we're the same in altered bodies
multiple combinations
but no different

just the same.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

memory erasure

i have this memory of trying to erase/make invisible a black mark on my mother's chrome office door knob by covering it with layers and layers of clear/white scotch tape.

i wonder why i remember this one instant of my life so clearly.

perhaps because i sensed/intuited/learned that what i was doing didn't make sense, that it wouldn't work.

because water is clear, not white.

and "white" people are not the color of computer paper.

and you cannot capture nothing and everything with a flawless pencil line.

and it's funny how, when you're young, clear = white = understanding.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

untitled thoughts for future posts

apologies to the readership.

while i sort through my notebooks in search of material, i will list the things requiring my immediate attention (i.e. things i should post on, but haven't had the chance to yet, so will quell my nagging guilt momentarily by briefly mentioning them in the following):
  • the etymology of the word "mullet"
  • the avocado couch (local poet and friend, jUStin!katKO will guest dj this coming saturday! good times, they are a-comin')
  • singer/songwriter/artist/good guy Robin Allender (aka the Inconsolable) and the good guys at Dreamboat Records in the UK were kind enough to send me a sampler cd all the way from across the great sea after this post. i've given it a good listen and should be posting a few thoughts and a formal thank you and recommendation soon! (but thanks in advance, Robin and Mike, if you're reading!)
  • various thoughts and musings surfaced during the days that have passed since now and then
so, not to fear. i'm not dead.

just extremely busy.

more later,

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

blah blah blah

o i am so busy i can barely find time to sleep or eat or dream or or or

o when will the stress wash over me like a tidal wave and drown me in my own silly moanings and dwellings and enter into my mind the emptiness and happiness of a warm fall day with the sun shining on my head until i can no longer remember my worries and drift back home to the childhood that seems to lapse before my eyes at the feet of the sea and the edge of the sand?