The speed, lately
It’s been a slow few blog days, it seems. Sorry about that.
Archive for February, 2004
What in God’s Name
I feel fucked up and all over the place. The past few days, I’ve had trouble sleeping. Looking back, I’m blaming soft drinks at a late hour for my insomnia. But since the start of this week, I’ve come home feeling more listless than I have in a really long time. About ten minutes ago, I was ready to throw…
*yawn*
Last night, I was tossing and turning for a good while. I got to bed around quarter to one, read until about 1:30, and didn’t really fall asleep until maybe 2:30 or 3. Gonna be an early night tonight, apparently. *looks at clock* *realizes it’s not even 8:00 PM yet* Jebus. We’re talking elementary-school early.
Happiness
On my way home, I stopped into the corner store to pick up a soft drink. As I stepped off the curb, my left foot landed in a ginormous puddle of water. I began cursing my luck and got all grumpy with the world. Not 30 feet later, I noticed a car by the side of the road, parked at…
Sunday Ritual, revisited
It was open today. :)
Satisfaction!
Subsequently…
From: FelixTo: JulietSubj: RE: ahem Crowd Pleaser Level 17 LSDFLG:JDSFL:KGE:L#Q#$OGKVEGROGF:LKDF:LGKSDF:LGQA:LRGKQ#OGK! GAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Initially…
From: FelixTo: JulietSubj: RE: ahem Level 6 Damn you, Juliet. I hate this game.
How These Things Start
From: JulietTo: FelixSubj: ahem Ohhhh Feeeeeeeeliiiiiiix I am the Master of Pyrotechnicshttp://games.yahoo.com/games/downloads/rm.html (that’s level 18)
Drinking On the Phone
I talked with Juliet tonight for a few hours. About halfway through, the two of us started in on our own respective glasses of Jim Beam. We talked about writing, about blocks, about how to get back into writing regularly. We hit a lot of topics: jobs, being alone, video games… the list goes on. I had a blast, and…
The Triggering Town: Writing Off the Subject
by Richard Hugo Young poets find it difficult to free themselves from the initiating or triggering subject, which starts the poem or “causes” the poem to be written, and the real or generated subject, which the poem comes to say or mean, and which is generated or discovered in the poem during the writing. That’s not quite right because it…
Random Thought
I’ve got a lot of my life posted here. Every once in a while, I dig through the past year or so of entries, and I just get lost. Part of the enjoyment is remembering, but at the same time it feels… masturbatory, voyeuristic almost (even for me). Sometimes, I wonder how you feel about it. Just weird, I suppose….
Alright…
Tried writing again, and it’s just not going anywhere. I’m beyond feeling down or sad or what have you. I’m just plain out pissed off. I know it’s been a while, but WHAT in the fuck. It’s not like I don’t know how to write a god damn poem. I think I’m putting too much pressure on things. Maybe I…
The Book
Julius Knipl, Real Estate Photographer: The Beauty Supply Districtby Ben Katchor
From Justin
Fee — Read this book! It’s the thing I mentioned at the Siskelafter Sans Soleil … like that movie, it restores my childhood sense of awe & wonder… Also, there’s an observational commitment in Knipl that reminds me of you. I hope this is the book that meditates on “marking” immovable urban fixtures… Justin