Andrea Gibson: CLOTHESLINES →
andrewgibby: You were carried on your father’s shoulders marching in Detroit’s picket lines in the same year you were learning to run from the word “union”. That is only half of the reason I am writing this from another city, remembering Detroit, the 12th story window of our hotel room…
I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of...– -Wallace Stevens This is the fifth of Stevens’ famous “13 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird,” and my favorite. Stevens knew how to break a line, didn’t he? Reminds me of sillage, the word for the scent a perfume leaves behind when the person wearing it has walked past. (via fishingboatproceeds)
The Man You Will Meet
It’s been a while since we’ve seen these twelve. But then, it’s been a while since I’ve had a soul.  We’re tired. This is exhausting. Won’t this endless introspection ever stop?  Well, technically, it’s not introspection if it’s in front of an audience.  I don’t really know if God, the collective consciousness and you guys count...
I haven’t read anything on here in quite a while so I can’t say I know whether or not people still follow or read my page. But I know that I haven’t written anything in particular in quite a while. Part of that was an effort to focus on school and another was an effort to explore conversations in real time. While that has been rewarding, I’ve realized that my...
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to...– Jack Kerouac
Apparently I wrote this, a while back. an idea is not value unless suggested faith is not true unless tested will is not real power unless contested awe is not inspiration until it arrests you life is not about arriving to a single point, the tip of a needle, the size of a human egg do your best?
theplaylistvz: I made a cover of a cover! This...
Our childhood school lunches were, for a school system that was strictly against peanuts, always a little nutty. And I don’t really mean that they were full of the contraband stuff and we were the budding anarchists of our time, raging against the local authority of Ms. Smith or Ms. Johnson, or whatever the case may have been for you (because kindergarten teachers always seemed to be women....
If you were to sit down at forty and write 14 essays that represent your life, what would you say? http://jetli.com/jet/index.php?l=en&s=life&ss=essays&p=1
From “Bird by bird” We who are your closest feel the time has come tell you that every Thursday we have been meeting, as a group, to devise ways to keep you in perpetual uncertainty frustration discontent and torture by neither loving you as much as you want nor cutting your adrift Your analyst is in on it, plus your boyfriend and your ex-husband; and we have...
Mix Tape (IV)
Robby’s Diary, in Retrospect (IV) I started hiding out a Dan’s mom’s place a lot, learning how to be good at music. He only came and visited every few months, not regularly at all. The year I turned 19, I was showing Dan one of the songs I had written myself. It was a sort of bluesy, jazzy kind of piece and I was so proud of it I even wrote lyrics for it and practiced singing it a bit. ...
Mix Tape (III)
Robby’s Diary, in Retrospect (III) I eventually failed out of school completely. My friends offered me “ins” into their various enterprises but I wasn’t sure which one I wanted to sell my soul to. I didn’t need to tell my mom that I wasn’t going to Elmvale anymore because nothing really changed. I got a job, more out of laziness to find something to do than any really spark of...
Mix Tape (II)
Robby’s Diary, in Retrospect (II) I started cutting classes a lot. I didn’t have anything to do and was too lazy to earn anything for real. My mom was alone and not interesting in being a demographic that felt sorry for itself so she didn’t have a lot of time to worry about me. I mostly spent my time wandering, sitting on benches or street curbs or steps to shops and the library, waiting...
Mix Tape (I)
Dream+radio =diaries Jazz roughs up your soul. It reaches down inside of you and gives it a good shake. Like a chuckle pattern a laugh; jazz gives music some texture. Some people say that jazz was an improvisation on European classical music, riffed on by the black slaves on American plantations. I would say that’s like relating your personality to your great uncle’s. Classical...
So It Always Smells of You
Tense changes may be unintentional. It was perpetually fall in Aberville. And that, I think, is all that needs to be said about the weather. That last time Morgan had truly known Agyness, she had been sort of a nice girl friend. The nice being that fact that she was quite tall and slim and pretty in a way that faded from his mind fast and interesting in a way that she always had something to...
The Trouble With Being Awake
So what we get drunk?So what we don’t sleep?We’re just having funWe don’t care who sees [Imagine a voice, not like Morgan Freeman. Like the opening scene of The Prestige] What do you see when you sleep? Is it the moon shine? Is it the sweet, minute passage of a drop of dew down into the center of petal? Is it something being torn, like a wild animal? It is the same...
Alice came to a fork in the road. “Which road do I take?” she asked....– Alice in Wonderland by C.S Lewis
As the Birds Bring Forth the Sun
Not my title Wally did not come to the lake often. In fact, in his entire time living in the city he had been there exactly twice. Once was to make sure it was still there. Once was with his girlfriend. Today he had not even known he was going to the lake. It was neither a hot summer’s day nor a particularly fine one at all. In fact, it was October, the temperatures were flirting with zero...
If I cried over movies, this would make me cry.
Another dream, courtesy Catch 22. I’m really starting to enjoy these. We’re on the ground outside. It looks like rain. A couple of the men are asleep, slumped against their planes like dogs and their masters. A few of us are pacing. All of us dream nothing. Dreams are uncomfortable and filled with the mercilessness of battle and fire. We would rather not sleep for that. ...
What I Learned from UTEK
I’m a big believer in examining the past for ways to help you in the future. Funny thing I learned yesterday is that redundant systems are the most wonderful thing. Context: I ran the consulting competition and printed off the wrong participant’s package which has a faulty email address for electronic submission, which means that the last team to present could have gotten an extra...
Better in Time
Universities are, ostensibly, still an institution created for the benefit of bettering society. In their early days they attempted to accomplish this daunting task through an elegant proposal: bring the greatest minds who want to be productive with the ones that want to learn and provide the infrastructure for them to do both. In this aspect, University of Toronto has a dizzying report card...