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i met god

i met god on the beach
today
about three years old,
she crawled determinedly and dirty before me
and, as the waves,
snuck up along the coast.
she large-eyed the ocean
then big-eyed me
and said,
nothing.

sandy she laughed, and clapped
and i too after a while.

and i too after a while realized
it was the first time i’d
done that in an old three whiles.

my god! i am as old as my god
of the wonder still and dirty hurrahs.

hahahahahahahahaha
today we’re all-so young.

slow dancing in a burning room

you’ll forever be judged by the doors through which you’ve entered this hell
rejoice rejoice you’re fucked! rejoice as the doors close. step forward

ruin your fucking self slow dancing in a burning room

dreams of a daughter

i remember telling you the world was round
i remember your eyes

and you

you telling me “daddy, no
no, it’s whole— we’re the heartache”

and i held you close

and i held you close
my shrine! my shrine!

eternal summer

the kids know, in summer
there’s no such thing as monday
only eternity


tomorrow never comes
until it’s too late

Why Are You A Feminist?

I’m a feminist, but privately I like identifying with my own label of “sane.”

I refuse to backtrack to society’s insane version of things when the ideas that race and gender are different but equal were born with me, within me. I think ‘the adults’ have set the bar far lower than my childish mind. I refuse to first step backwards then forwards and label that as having gained ground (maybe I’m being too rational). Those for inequality should have to identify themselves as being against than the norm, not I (maybe I’m being too irrational).

I don’t like the connotation of feminism as pro-women. There are a lot of women, I’m not for all of them; as is true for men, there are a lot of horrible ones (some bend feminism or the lack of it to satisfy their own selfish needs).

You’re a women, you’re a man, you’re trans, pangender, or genderqueer, so what? Other than biology and the whole squishing bodies together business, what does that honestly have to do with anything? My credo is that whoever you are I’ll judge you wholly by your ideas and by your grace and I know you’ll surprise me so I’ll try to keep an open mind. We may not get along (don’t worry— that’s probably my fault) but I will respect you if you respect yourself. I will not give you any leeway on anything whatsoever because of your gender.

I identify as a feminist because the strongest person I know is gay, black, and female (the triple jeopardy). Her fight is unbelievable, and stupid. When society at large considers her equal in all ways, she will have gained nothing, only that which she was born with and stripped of slowly. I hate that. I hate that she sometimes smiles when she’s treated as an equal. That should not be a highlight of her day. But I understand.

Oh, that’s it! I’m a feminist because I understand.

quietus spiritus (warning: drink just a little,)



 

Rumi’s Remarks On The Lovely And Dark And Deep Woods

In the tavern are many wines [writes poet Coleman Barks in 'The Essential Rumi'], the wine of delight in colour and form and taste, the wine of the intellect’s agility, the fine port of stories, and the cabernet of soul singing. Being human means entering this place where entrancing varieties of desire are served. The grapeskin of ego breaks and a pouring begins. Fermentation is one of the oldest symbols of human transformation. When grapes combine their juice and are closed up together for a time in a dark place, the results are spectacular. This is what lets two drunks meet so that they don’t know who is who. Pronouns no longer apply in the tavern’s mud-world of excited confusion and half-articulated wantings.

But after some time in the tavern, a point comes, a memory of elsewhere, a longing Continue Reading →

13/31/13, i seek a lesser perfection

after attaining enlightenment
i find it so completely
so severely utterly boring

and so i’ve decided
to hate myself
for the most minute flaws



to waste at filling
in with things
is not so boring

Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
cannot bear very much reality. // T.S. Eliot, The Four Quartets

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The Most Amazing Photograph I’ve Ever Taken

I have a love for photography which I’d rather not participate in, like the librarian who has no interest in ever writing a book.

But every once in a while I remind myself that photos capture moments in time that are most likely worth remembering, and I take the old Canon DSLR out and accidentally end up with a couple photos that make me want to be a writer:

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These two are halves of a thematic whole. One’s taken in the north West as the sun fell, the other in the south East as the sun rose, one steps forward and spotlights a man through overtones of red and brown that curve from center bottom to top left in a figurative jungle, the other falls back and highlights a girl through undertones of blue and brown that curve from top left to center bottom in an authentic jungle, both incorporate two Coke bottles, two observing boys, and hint of an unoriginal yet wonder-full immaturity; of street play, of home, ordinary life, and life devoid of wealth.

dear chicken museum

“there are bones in here”
what cunningness

making me mistake curated candidness
longevity
and a thing with bones
for something there

you’re not
but a glorified boneyard
speaking of all battles lost

telling a sad true tale
with a childlike gap-toothed smile as face
and my earning in pocket

i take it back
you’re a glorified candy stand

i want something more than the white-stuck red lollipop
i’d like it back
in fact from now on

i won’t ever hand it over
i’ll create and end
here

i’ll build worthless sandcastles sexually stacked
and when hurried rain-tide footfalls come in
at most i’ll have a burial by sea

not this great sweet cavitied sham of a thing
 
 
 
the best thing that’ll ever happen to the library is the fire
then the rain
mona lisa’s smile begs to be set ablaze
 
 
 
i take it back
you’re a glorified house of firecrackers

with unlit bone-filled things walking the halls
cowards at self-enlightenment

the best thing that ever happened to you was the field-trip
the gap-toothed child with the freshly red smile
the red crayon running before your guards could stop her extrospective self-defacement

i take it back
you’re a gloried self-hatred
the moment she saw you she knew

our greatest art
had not yet defeated her