Monday, November 23, 2015

Dining Alone in Exquisite Sadness On My 43rd Birthday

King, Queen, Knave

He does not like dancing. He does not understand how fashionable it is nowadays. Fashionable and indispensable

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets

My poetry teacher just compared me to T.S. Eliot!

Something for tomorrow

Tomorrow I get me some food stamps moneys I'm gonna use it to buy some good honey.

Friday, October 02, 2015

Wedding-Wind by Phillip Larkin

The wind blew all my wedding-day,
And my wedding-night was the night of the high wind;
And a stable door was banging, again and again,
That he must go and shut it, leaving me
Stupid in candlelight, hearing rain,
Seeing my face in the twisted candlestick,
Yet seeing nothing.

- a true story (it was the nearest book)

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Monday, September 07, 2015

Sunday afternoon on the outskirts of Milledgeville

Nipped down to yoga at 5:15pm for the 5:30 class, it was closed, Labor Day and whatnot, I was hurt, so I rode my bike out to the old hospital, past the state prison and all the fences wrapped in razor wire, voluntarily did my time, got back on my bike and found this eerily beautiful cemetery watched by a giant red hawk inside a sun-dappled forest and then I followed a gravel road up a hill to a statue of a beautiful winged goddess with her arms raised to the sky. I was listening to The Clientele.

Earlier I had left my office on campus, startling a hawk with a dove in its talons. The hawk flew, but dropped the dove at to the edge of the arts and sciences building. I advanced a little but felt too bold, too annoying. Also I was scared. The hawk flew on. Two prominent hawks in one day is impressive, but the birds of prey are lively in the South.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Every semester it’s the same thing

Found this from last August — still fresh/pertinent. 
"back in Jowrr-djja, that’s Georgia for the folks who ain’t froom rown deez pahts. Somehow sucked the minutes from the hours of the day as if it were the juice from a ripened peach. Now I’m going to bed, having planned so dismally for a class I teach in exactly one week and a day three days"