Good prose is poetry.
Free verse is prose.
6/16/09
6/15/09
6/13/09
6/11/09
6/10/09
“Family’s not going to like…”
I am a parent/I have a child
*I am a child/*I have a parent
“…But no one’s keeping score…”
I learned at a young age that if I didn’t lie, they’d take away my fun and games.
“…Don’t think I’ll tell you ‘bout the secret to victory…”
Communication must to better understand others, not to understand how to better get others to understand you.
“…Everyone should know more…”
I won’t translate. If they need me, they know how to reach me.
”…C4 in my pocket…”
My elbow awaits you.
I am a parent/I have a child
*I am a child/*I have a parent
“…But no one’s keeping score…”
I learned at a young age that if I didn’t lie, they’d take away my fun and games.
“…Don’t think I’ll tell you ‘bout the secret to victory…”
Communication must to better understand others, not to understand how to better get others to understand you.
“…Everyone should know more…”
I won’t translate. If they need me, they know how to reach me.
”…C4 in my pocket…”
My elbow awaits you.
6/9/09
6/7/09
6/6/09
6/5/09
A[] was high-energy fretting about something at work, albeit harmlessly. I was like, it's okay, don't worry about it. She was like, no, I need to do this. I was like, okay, you can worry about it. She actually got it. I was impressed.
Reappraise the situation: past, future, present.
I think the teacher I used to want to be is my isolated soulmate.
No, no. It's not.
It scares me.
Worry not.
Oh, okay. It doesn't scare me.
<smiles>
Reappraise the situation: past, future, present.
I think the teacher I used to want to be is my isolated soulmate.
No, no. It's not.
It scares me.
Worry not.
Oh, okay. It doesn't scare me.
<smiles>
6/4/09
I need to do laundry, so I won’t.
Sorry- and this is the least good excuse ever- I decided to cut off the legs of a pair of pants.
Are you kidding? That's an awesome excuse.
I just saw myself as like Van Gogh, artist who has to cut off his own ear. only one day got up, saw it was raining, didn't want to get pants wet, and after struggling with wardrobe for forty minutes, cut off the legs of her pants.
Sorry- and this is the least good excuse ever- I decided to cut off the legs of a pair of pants.
Are you kidding? That's an awesome excuse.
I just saw myself as like Van Gogh, artist who has to cut off his own ear. only one day got up, saw it was raining, didn't want to get pants wet, and after struggling with wardrobe for forty minutes, cut off the legs of her pants.
6/2/09
“Who’s M[]?”
James Bond[]’s boss.
Preserving identification and anonymity is a delicate balance between generality and specificity. What does not depend on the individual can be abstracted to a generic first, second, and third persons. Those who heard can listen to the shoutout; the rest will substutite curiosity for vanity.
James Bond[]’s boss.
Preserving identification and anonymity is a delicate balance between generality and specificity. What does not depend on the individual can be abstracted to a generic first, second, and third persons. Those who heard can listen to the shoutout; the rest will substutite curiosity for vanity.
6/1/09
5/31/09
“Was it you I got into a discussion about Mounds/Almond Joy ads with?”
Maybe?
“And I didn't believe you that there was a part after the “Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't” bit. And you said there was.”
And I wikied it to proved you wrong?
“And I didn't believe you?”
Yes.
“So I just youtubed an ad. Congratulations, you were right. But it sounds ridiculous. “Mounds don't.” What kind of lyric is that?”
Spondaic.
“Oh, also, because my brother is having an existential crisis: Care to explain the difference between Michael Jackson and Keira Knightley? Apparently N[] can't figure it out.”
Sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes you don't.
Stressed stressed / long long
Maybe?
“And I didn't believe you that there was a part after the “Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't” bit. And you said there was.”
And I wikied it to proved you wrong?
“And I didn't believe you?”
Yes.
“So I just youtubed an ad. Congratulations, you were right. But it sounds ridiculous. “Mounds don't.” What kind of lyric is that?”
Spondaic.
“Oh, also, because my brother is having an existential crisis: Care to explain the difference between Michael Jackson and Keira Knightley? Apparently N[] can't figure it out.”
Sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes you don't.
Stressed stressed / long long
5/30/09
“Like a piece to the puzzle that falls into place / You could tell how we felt…”
Seeing people who you’ve just seen, haven’t seen in too long, and just met.
Playing games you play well, are out of practice of, and just learned.
Doing what you always do, used to do, and then something completely new.
“…We were spinning in circles…”
There’s a critical difference between having too much to do and having not the time to do it.
“…We forgot where we were, and we lost track of time…”
What happened last night?
Morning began.
“…And we danced on into the night…”
Seeing people who you’ve just seen, haven’t seen in too long, and just met.
Playing games you play well, are out of practice of, and just learned.
Doing what you always do, used to do, and then something completely new.
“…We were spinning in circles…”
There’s a critical difference between having too much to do and having not the time to do it.
“…We forgot where we were, and we lost track of time…”
What happened last night?
Morning began.
“…And we danced on into the night…”
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