On the way home, I walked by a woman who was holding a one year old outside a local pizza joint. She was trying to get her daughter to wave goodbye to another one year old, who was waving from inside with her father. I just happened onto the last moments, as they left the…
From: JulietTo: FelixSubj: love & memory Felix, I just read your poem from the 13th. Itís got me thinking (good sign for you, Mr. Poet). Iím wondering if there can be love without memory. I mean, if you could remember nothing about the person next to you, would you know enough about them to love…
On the train in, I was standing in front of a kid (seated) who had his guitar with him. Not a hard shell case, but one of those zipper ones that’s almost in the shape of the guitar itself. He had a keychain on the zipper, that said: No Autographs, Please. I really should have…
by Felix Jung If I could choose the illness that would finish me, I’d want the one that slowly eats away at memory, to lose the splinters of my life a little at a time. I’d be a tree in Fall, my mind a hearty oak that spent a lifetime growing strong, to wind up…
rypunked: hurry up and finish your blog! rypunked: i want something to read rypunked: i’m bored :P Portnoy: rofl Portnoy: Working on a poem right now. Portnoy: Should be up a bit later. rypunked: about puppets? :D Portnoy: Surprisingly, on beer #4 which is hahahahaha rypunked: j/k ;) Portnoy: That sounds like a challenge! Portnoy:…
rypunked: totally off the subject of corey feldman, i also love all those fantasy films like neverending story, legend… Portnoy: omg Portnoy: :love: rypunked: and that one that totally just slipped my mind rypunked: starts with an L Portnoy: Labyrinth! rypunked: YES!!! Portnoy: :D Portnoy: hehehe rypunked: i love that fucking movie Portnoy: Muppets and…
Katie stopped in to the office late this evening. She’s planning on coming back to Q101 this Winter, although her exact role is a bit up the air. Part time, she’ll be working with Fook; part time, she’ll be working with the Marketing/Promotions department. I talked with Katie a good long while, after work. I…
by Felix Jung A man in front of me, his hand against the glass partition, starts to fall asleep while standing. Staring at his wedding ring depresses me, and makes me wish I was in love again. His head is bowed, as though the day has broken him already. Half in prayer, his palm against…
On the train this morning, I stood next to someone that I got fixated on. The way the guy had his hand, I just got drawn to it and really should have taken a picture. I’m not sure if my poem does the image in my head justice. As soon as I got to the…
Got around to updating the pictures from Sunday, at the Damien Jurado concert at Shubas. Click here to see.
by Yehuda Amichai My mother comes from the days where they madepaintings of beautiful fruit in silver bowlsand didn’t ask for more.People moved through their liveslike ships, with the wind or against it, faithfulto their course.I ask myself which is better,dying old or dying young.As if I’d asked which is lighter,a pound of feathers or…
have yelled at me about not getting those Ohio pictures up, from Halloween. Soon. I promise.
From: JulietTo: FelixSubj: toe story Hi Felix. Last night I broke my toe.It was sticking out sideways from my foot. It looked sort of like this: One of the nurses asked me, ìAre you sure you werenít on drugs when you kicked the chair?î The doctor taped my pinkie toe to the one next to…
Regular work day. Nothing out of the ordinary, or terribly exciting. I did go out on my lunch break to the bank, hoping to get a temporary ATM card so I could withdraw money. But when I got there, I saw that they were closed due to Veterans’ Day. Ah well, I got a nice…
It’s a wonder I stayed awake long enough to even post this. I had half a mind to throw in the towel about an hour ago, and just update this thing tomorrow. *pats belly* I ate my share today, and then some. Oooooh lordy. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m late for a meeting between…