February 2012
36 posts
02.27.12
unrelenting nausea
sweet young broccoli
oatmeal
mouth of froth
mouth of bile
02.25.12
the chickens laid their first egg. i imagine them a flock of graeae sisters, the eye become an egg. break out the sunglasses for the sharp february light. on the side of the road the crows pick at flesh. pigeons like dried wild grapes woven in and out among the crows. we’re pulling late nights. we’re sleeping in. he says, i like it when you say things that are caring and wise. me too....
my reading of Babyfucker →
02.22.12
how the day comes in. a haze, and then a coffee, a reluctance to the afternoon. afternoon is heavy with the threat or promise of a nap, after it’s taken so long to wake the first time. i wanted coffee but there wasn’t any so i ate string cheese instead. it’s spring i guess, my supposed favorite, but i don’t feel like life begins until april. april april april. maybe...
02.21.12
There are certain limitations; for example, your human body may experience nausea. If you cut off your head while you are a queen you may emerge from your oozing neck a different queen. You may have difficulty with the softness around your midsection, you may desire cigarettes and harmful drugs. The tricks that worked before may suddenly fail. Try to think of an allergy as a warning against...
02.17.12
C brings me late night greasy tacos and a long stemmed red rose with the stem broken off. J gave me a hug and it snapped, he said. We live our nights by candlelight. We stay in bed till 10. Eat cookies for breakfast and dress in each others’ clothes. The syrup-sweet heat of our umwelt.
02.15.12b
Don’t disappear, I need you.
02.15.12
You can’t write about what it’s like to be alone if you are never alone. I mean, I want the absolute.
Aleister Crowley and his Ideas and Treatment of... →
Aleister Crowley and Feminism →
02.06.12b
The people i know do EMDR like other people’s friends do yoga.
02.06.12
I am afraid that warmth and acceptance of others will make me stupid.
confession
I have never actually read an entire Burroughs book. I’ve read part of The Wild Boys. That’s all. That’s all I’ve read. For Halloween I dressed up as Burroughs. I built a Clark Nova out of my post-war cursive typewriter, a giant fake spider, raw hamburger and black cherry Jell-o.
02.01.12
decided to call off the book release. at least in this city. can’t be so psychically and emotionally hostile to a place and not expect it to return the sentiment. unsleep’s needed to be performed, it was so vitriolic, i needed to exorcise the raw torrent. the point of the honeys may have just been to finish it, and then to finish it again. it’s not the fever. it’s the slick...
