"My knees are like little nuggets of popcorn cracklin' in the microwave. With every step, a sinewy sound is released from my patella."
I love the short length of this. and the overtly medical sound it has. Makes my eardrums feel like they are coated in Chlorox. I would of course like to see this expanded.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Reading Responses
1. On Cervantes' "Banana"
I very much enjoyed this poem but thought some parts to be unconnected and unnecessary. The second part (part II i guess) reminded me of the scene in "One Hundred Years of Solitude" when the banana farmers in th city of Macondo rebelled and were gunned down by the company. This section was very affecting and could stand on it's own.
2. On "Evening" by Booth
I throughly enjoyed this poem and can't find one. The next poem i write i will try to hav the 2 line stanza form. I like it's controlled choppiness. The voice, for some reason, reminds me of James Joyce or one of the auhor Irsh modernists. Very good.
I very much enjoyed this poem but thought some parts to be unconnected and unnecessary. The second part (part II i guess) reminded me of the scene in "One Hundred Years of Solitude" when the banana farmers in th city of Macondo rebelled and were gunned down by the company. This section was very affecting and could stand on it's own.
2. On "Evening" by Booth
I throughly enjoyed this poem and can't find one. The next poem i write i will try to hav the 2 line stanza form. I like it's controlled choppiness. The voice, for some reason, reminds me of James Joyce or one of the auhor Irsh modernists. Very good.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Junkyard Quotes: Random Wikiquotes and Quotes from Bad Twilight fanfiction (or just regular fanficiton)
1. "Error is the force that welds men together; truth is communicated to men only by deeds of truth." -Leo Tolstoy.
-I have never like Leo Tolstoy and probably never will. He's pompous, prechy, and just hippocritical. But despite all these facts, everyone has to respect him for writing with such an impact that everyone cringes when they hear "War and Peace", because they know how it's almost impossible to eread it in it's entirety.
2. "What can you expect when you're on top? You know? It's like Napoleon. When he was the king, you know, people were just constantly trying to conquer him, you know, in the Roman Empire. So, it's history repeating itself all over again." -Dirk Digler in "Boogie Nights"
-I rewatched this movie before i wrote my prostitue poem. Kinda stole some it from it. Wish I stole this line too, now.
3. "Tom: So what's the deal, you get to live and Verna has to be Leo's girl?
Bernie: I have nothing to do with that, she'll sleep with anyone Tom, you know that! She even tried to teach me a thing or two about bed artistry once. Some crackpot idea about saving me from my friends. She's a sick twist all right.
Tom: She speaks highly of you.
Bernie: Yeah, well, you stick by your family. " -"Miller's Crossing"
-I'm really only quoting movies I watch now. But, I recommend this to any and everyone.
4. "Lt. Harper: One thing's sure: Inspector Clay is dead — murdered — and somebody's responsible! " -from "Plan 9 from Outer Space".
5. "Jacob imprints on the new girl at Quilet Highschool, most intristing thing is her name 'Vana Helsing'. What will Jacob do when he discovers that she was born to terminate him." from "Till DEATH Do We Part" a Twilight fanfiction.
- I admit i read fanfiction. I have only read the first half of the crappy Twilight series and I find reading fanfiction makes me feel better about my won writing. Read this story please. it is quite awful/hilarious.
-I have never like Leo Tolstoy and probably never will. He's pompous, prechy, and just hippocritical. But despite all these facts, everyone has to respect him for writing with such an impact that everyone cringes when they hear "War and Peace", because they know how it's almost impossible to eread it in it's entirety.
2. "What can you expect when you're on top? You know? It's like Napoleon. When he was the king, you know, people were just constantly trying to conquer him, you know, in the Roman Empire. So, it's history repeating itself all over again." -Dirk Digler in "Boogie Nights"
-I rewatched this movie before i wrote my prostitue poem. Kinda stole some it from it. Wish I stole this line too, now.
3. "Tom: So what's the deal, you get to live and Verna has to be Leo's girl?
Bernie: I have nothing to do with that, she'll sleep with anyone Tom, you know that! She even tried to teach me a thing or two about bed artistry once. Some crackpot idea about saving me from my friends. She's a sick twist all right.
Tom: She speaks highly of you.
Bernie: Yeah, well, you stick by your family. " -"Miller's Crossing"
-I'm really only quoting movies I watch now. But, I recommend this to any and everyone.
4. "Lt. Harper: One thing's sure: Inspector Clay is dead — murdered — and somebody's responsible! " -from "Plan 9 from Outer Space".
5. "Jacob imprints on the new girl at Quilet Highschool, most intristing thing is her name 'Vana Helsing'. What will Jacob do when he discovers that she was born to terminate him." from "Till DEATH Do We Part" a Twilight fanfiction.
- I admit i read fanfiction. I have only read the first half of the crappy Twilight series and I find reading fanfiction makes me feel better about my won writing. Read this story please. it is quite awful/hilarious.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Random Impulse: Long Dialogue Poem
This was me practicing my overhearing skills today at a Geology field trip. Made me think of this.
“So do we got a test today?”
“I think I’m gonna try for a scholarship.”
“I don’t know.”
“Sounds cool dude.”
“You read the book in this class?”
“Do you think she’ll let us take it tomorrow/”
“What’s it for?’
“No. Have you?”
“Doubt it.”
“Basketball.”
“Basketball.”
“I hope she does.”
“No.”
“You play basketball?”
“We’ve been putting it off for a long time now.”
“I think it’s bout some kids drivin’ round an beatin’ up people.”
“Yeah.”
“Still. I don’t want to take it.”
“Sounds stupid.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Alotta people like it.”
“We’re gonna have to take it.”
“I’ve been playing since middle school.”
“Alotta people are retarded.”
“Crap.”
“Huh. You any good?”
“That’s true.”
“What’s it over?”
“You’re my best friend. How didn’t you know I played basketball?”
“Is there a movie version?”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you study?”
“Wow.”
“Crap. I hope there is.”
“What?”
“A little.”
“Me too.”
“I don’t wanna read.”
“Show’s what kinda friend you are.”
“What you study?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just looked over a couple of worksheets we did lately.”
“Reading
“We’ve known each other since kindergarten.”
“Yeah.”
“We’ve done worksheets?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah. And?’
“Why can’t we just watch movies?’
“You didn’t know that I’ve played basketball all this time?”
“Crap!”
“Yeah. Who reads anymore?”
“You’ll do fine.”
“Sorry.”
“Nerds.”
“No. I’m gonna fail.”
“Shows what kinda friend you are.”
“Haha. Yeah.”
“No you’re not.”
“Sorry that my life doesn’t revolve around you.”
“I mean I’ve got a life. I can’t waste that on some book.”
“Yes I am. My life’s over.”
“Wow. I mean….wow.”
“Yeah. Who cares about what happens in a dumb book? I gotta worry about real life.”
“You’ll be ok. It’s gonna be easy.”
“What?”
“Yeah. I think we should just watch movies over it. At least they’re more interesting.”
“You think?”
“You’re a douche.”
“Yeah. Oh. What you doin’ this weekend?”
“Yeah.”
“Sorry that I don’t care about some stupid basketball.”
“Nothin’ much. You?”
“Can you help me study real quick?”
“Wow.”
“Sure.”
“Sparknotes.”
“Can I borrow those?”
“Is that all you can say?”
“I don’t get any of this.”
“Sure.”
“No.”
“Yes you do. It’s not that hard.”
“That’s all you’ve been saying.”
“Thanks girlfriend.”
“How bout this? We’re not friends any more.”
“You sure this is what the test is over?”
“No problem.”
“Wow.”
“No. But what else could it be over?”
“Is that all you can say?”
“How are things with…you know who?”
“You’re a douche.”
“Ugh. I’m gonna fail.”
“Um. Idk. We’re talkin’ and stuff but he won’t make the first move.”
“You’re a douche.”
“No. You ain’t gonna fail.”
“That sucks.”
“Yes I am.”
“No. You are.”
“Yeah. If he keeps it up then I’m just gonna have to jump on top of him.”
“No you’re not.”
“You are. Douche.”
“Wow. You whore.”
“Yes I am.”
“Uh! I’m not a whore.”
“No. You are.”
“No you’re not.”
“That’s it. We’re not friends anymore.”
“I’m jk bff.”
“Yes I am.”
“You already said that.”
“Don’t jk bout stuff like that.”
“Well it’s true now.”
“Ugh. Do you want to study or not?”
“Sorry girlfriend.”
“I want to study.”
“Oh. My aching heart.,,”
“It’s ok girl.”
“Then stop complaining.”
“You think I’m kidding bout this. But I’m not.”
“So how’s things with you?”
“Sorry. I just really need to pass this test.”
“I know you’re not.”
“Then let me help you.”
“They’re good.”
“Good. Then were not friends any more.”
“Good.”
“I’m trying to study.”
“Good.”
“How bout yours?”
“Well stop complaining then. Ok?”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“What you mean?”
“Well I’m going to move my stuff.”
“Good.”
“I’m just bored is all.”
“Good. Bye.”
“I don’t want to fail.”
“Bye.”
“Don’t you date?”
“Then study”
“Bye.”
“Yeah. I date.”
“I am studying.”
“Then how are you bored?”
“There’s no empty seats.”
“Well study harder.”
“I just am.”
“I’m studying as hard as I can.”
“Fine. Just don’t talk to me.”
“Have you tried blogging? It’s real fun.”
“Fine.”
“Well ok.”
“I already favorited like…10 blogs.”
“You’re not a good study buddy is all.”
“Fine.”
“Well how are you bored then?”
“I’m not a good study buddy?”
Pause.
Pause.
Pause.
“You goin’ to the game Saturday?”
“Not really.”
“Idk.”
“Well…you can study with somebody else.”
“Yeah. I think I might.”
“Huh.”
“What? Who else can I study with?”
“Cool.”
“What?”
“I don’t know. Just not me cause I’m ‘not a good study buddy’.”
“Yeah. Cool.”
“I don’t know what to say. You try poems?”
“Yeah. Hey…You wanna go you know like….together…to the game? Like old times?”
“What? How am I gonna study?”
“I don’t like reading poems.”
“Yeah. I think I’d like that dude.”
“I don’t know. Ask somebody else.”
“Cool dude.”
“I don’t mean read them. I mean write them.”
“Cool.”
“C’mon.”
“I don’t know how to write them.”
“No.”
“It ain’t that hard. I do it all the time.”
“So we friends again?”
“Please…”
“But you’re in a writing class.”
` “No.”
“It ain’t that hard. Just rhyme words together.”
“Do you wanna be friends again?”
“Sounds hard.”
“Don’t be this way. I don’t want to fail.”
“Yeah. Do you?”
“It isn’t. It’s like this. I went down the street. I looked down and saw my feet. I thought this was really neat. See? Easy.”
“Yeah.”
“To you.”
“Well ask somebody else. Maybe they’ll know for sure.”
“Try it. Get some paper.”
“Looks like we’re friends again then.”
“Mk. Just write whatever I think?”
“Ugh. But what if they don’t?”
“Cool dude.”
“Yep.”
“Yep. And make it rhyme.”
“Then you’re outta luck.”
“Cool. Oh. Did you study for that test next period?”
“Ok. I’ll try.”
“Ugh. You’re so mean.”
“There’s a test next period?”
“Ok. Oh. Have you read the book in this class?”
“I’m going to study by myself. Find yourself a new study buddy.”
“Yeah man.”
“No. Have you?”
“Ya’ll talking bout the test?”
“Yeah girl.”
“Hell no. I’ve been practicing my game.”
“Do ya’ll know what the test is bout?”
“What game?”
“No. Do you?”
“Hey. I’ve got more game than you.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“No.”
“How do you got more game than me? I play basketball.”
“No.”
“Not that kinda game. You may have that but I got game with the ladies.”
“Crap. Do ya’ll know who does?”
“You got that kinda game?”
“Nope.”
“Hell yeah I’ve got that kinda game.”
“We were hoping that you would.”
“Show it.”
“Crap.”
“Sorry.”
“You wanna see it?”
“Maybe somebody else will know.”
“Yeah man. Show me your game.”
“Maybe.”
“Ok. I will.”
“You ask your friend?”
“Good.”
“Yeah.”
“So any girl in the room?”
“What she say?”
“Yeah. Any girl in the room.”
“She doesn’t know either.”
“Ok.”
“Poetry is hard.”
“Crap.”
“Hey.”
“Yeah. And she’s bein really bitchy bout it too.”
“Hey.”
“What a dork.”
“Why?”
“Hey.”
“Idk. She’s just bein’ a bitch.”
“What rhymes with texting?”
“Hello.”
“What a bitch.”
“What you doin’ there? Studying?”
“Sexting.”
“Yeah.”
“Ugh. Idk how I’m gonna study for this test.”
“Thank ya.”
“Yeah.”
“We were once bffs texting…but you wanted to be fuckbuddys that do sexting…”
“Cool cool.”
“Yeah. That sucks girl.”
“You saying my poem sucks?”
“Yes it is cool.”
“No. I’m talking to her bout not bein’ able to study for the test.”
“Yeah. So hey. You goin’ to the game Saturday?”
“Oh.”
“I’m gonna fail.”
“Yeah. That poem sounds good. And you’re not gonna fail. If anybody’s gonna fail, it’ll be me.”
“I don’t know.”
“You ain’t gonna fail.”
“I’m just asking cause me and my friend are goin’ in his convertible and…maybe you’d like to join us. Maybe go to a party afterwards.”
“Ugh.”
‘Done.”
“Are you asking me out?”
“Maybe somebody else knows.”
“Depends. Is it working?”
“You think he knows?”
“Who?”
“No.”
“The guy in the back.”
“That guy?”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Him.”
“Good game champ.”
“Shut up.”
“What are ya’ll talking about?”
“We should go ask him.”
“You can go ask him. He’s a douche.”
“You can go ask him. He’s a douche.”
“Why you say that?”
“Cause I tried talking to him a lil while earlier about a page number and he would hardly even look at me. And his friend’s a total perv.”
“Who’s his friend?”
“Oh. Idk know his name. Do you know his name?”
“Who’s name?”
“That boy’s friend’s name.”
“Nope.”
“What does he look like?”
“Oh. You’ve probably seen him. He’s kinda short and chubby. Got blonde hair.”
“Wears Abercrombie from like…the 90s.”
“Yeah.”
“I think I know who you’re talking about.”
“Yeah. Then you now he’s a total perv.”
“I haven’t talked to him that much.”
“Oh. You don’t have to talk to him that much to know that he’s a total perv.”
“One time in freshman year, he was trying to grow a goatee. And it looked bad. So I went up to him and asked: ‘Why don’t you shave?’ and he turned to me and said: ‘Why don’t you?’ And I was like: ‘Um. Excuse me. I don’t have any facial hair.’ And he was like: ‘I wasn’t talking about your face.’ What. A. Perv.”
“What was he talking about?”
“My vagina, moron.”
“Oh.”
“Wow.”
“I know right?”
“What did you say back?”
“I was like: “well. You’re never gonna get to see it.’ And that was that.”
“Did he?”
“Did he what?”
“Did he ‘get to see it’?”
“Eww. Hell no.”
“Well his friend can’t be bad. He looks sweet.”
“If he hangs around with a total perv, then he’s a total perv by association.”
“Yeah.”
“Well I’m gonna ask him. Maybe he’ll know what he’s talking about.”
“Or maybe he’ll talk about your vagina.”
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Classmate Response: Kelly
Like a Fish on a Line
You cast your line into the water again. As I start to get away you reel me back in. The hook pierces through my skin. As you pull me above water I slowly start to die. Trying to break free from the hook, I flail around in the air, but it’s to no prevail. Suffocated by air, my scales slowly start to flake off until there are none left and I am raw. You cut the flesh off my bones. Pick me apart piece by piece. Into your stomach I descend as nothing more than yesterday’s fresh meat.
i like the fishing metaphor. it's the nightmare version of there are more fish in the sea and i like the imagery. it could be expanded and maybe the twrrible-lationship can be compared to more brutal acts or something.
Random Impulse: I don't know poem
Lights are dimmed
And the pants are around ankles
Computer screen like a movie beam
Shoots out sound and noise and feeling
Feeling each other and himself
“Whatcha doin’ there girls?”
“Nothin’.”
“You girls like to party?”
“Umm..yeah.”
Nodded heads along with them pictures on the mantelpieces
Sleeping snores come from the bedroom door
The lights are dimmed, dimmed like always
Like automatic friction means more than
Eggshell stained pants and sheets
Reading Response: Crumbs
I really enjoyed Hal Sirowitz's poem, "Crumbs." The conversational style intrigues me and I think i'd like to steal it for a couple of poems. The narrative lther frightens me a sma;l bit because the nagging/you-hate-your-mother sayings mirror my own mother so it hits me in the gut in that sense.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Junkyard Quotes: Song Lyrics
iPod has been on all week so some good and badlyrics shall be the quotes.
1. "There is a war/ between those who say there is a war/ and those who say there isn't" -Leonard Cohen, "There is a War"
2. "Goddamn these Europeans/ take me back to beautiful England" - PJ Harvey, "The Last Living Rose"
3. " In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave/ Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan" -Bob Dylan, "Slow Train Comin'" It's sucha good artist doing so bad.
4. "The face forgives the mirror, the worm forgives the plough/ the question begs the answer, can you forgive me somehow?" -Tom Waits, "All the World is Green"
5. "Life's like a mayonnaise soda/And life's like space without room/And life's like bacon and ice cream/ That's what life's like without you" -Lou Reed, "Life's Like" Food poetry. Everbody does it but...ugh...
1. "There is a war/ between those who say there is a war/ and those who say there isn't" -Leonard Cohen, "There is a War"
2. "Goddamn these Europeans/ take me back to beautiful England" - PJ Harvey, "The Last Living Rose"
3. " In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave/ Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan" -Bob Dylan, "Slow Train Comin'" It's sucha good artist doing so bad.
4. "The face forgives the mirror, the worm forgives the plough/ the question begs the answer, can you forgive me somehow?" -Tom Waits, "All the World is Green"
5. "Life's like a mayonnaise soda/And life's like space without room/And life's like bacon and ice cream/ That's what life's like without you" -Lou Reed, "Life's Like" Food poetry. Everbody does it but...ugh...
Random Impulse: The Hips Poem
pants are too tight
and my ass creaks in them
like geriatric door hinges
muffin top turns to mushroom cloud
and folds over and swallows the belt
like a glutton gulps spaghetti
my cellulite is dynamite
it blows up and over
like deep fried atom bombs covered in cheese
my skinsides cracked like pavements
by the purple, vined witch fingers
called stretchmarks
huff up stairs, into cars
make dressing rooms cramed
pools overflow
benches break
i am fat, cracked, and a land yacht
but i cna dman well cook
and my ass creaks in them
like geriatric door hinges
muffin top turns to mushroom cloud
and folds over and swallows the belt
like a glutton gulps spaghetti
my cellulite is dynamite
it blows up and over
like deep fried atom bombs covered in cheese
my skinsides cracked like pavements
by the purple, vined witch fingers
called stretchmarks
huff up stairs, into cars
make dressing rooms cramed
pools overflow
benches break
i am fat, cracked, and a land yacht
but i cna dman well cook
Monday, February 7, 2011
Random Impulse Week 4: My Prostitute Poem
(well in class we discussed the idea of prostitute poems and how everyone is writing said poems. Since I am a bandwagon admirer I decided to join with this poem)
I'll start small. Small time.
I'll start in this truck stop.
In between the men's and ladie's room and I won't
Judge which door they'll come out of
I'll starts small just shows and joes and blows and Schmitz
And go big time go down to Florida
Where it'll be warm and where fat tourists will want someone
To blow off steam with and I may get free stuff maybe a sugar daddy or momma nott ht my momma or daddy was bad to me they were good and good to me. Didn't touch me or nothin' just all I got is a dream. Maybe I'll go out to Hollywood with a trucker instead of goin' down to Florida. Florida is too warm anyhow and tropical drinks are for fruits and gags and I ain't one. I'll go down to Hollywood and maybe go down on some. Gay for pay and pay is good. All I want is solitary Arkansas all I ask is to stay inside my dream and I won't get stuck anywhere if I do get stuck I'll just hitch up my wheels and roll down. Born in Utah and was working in
a metal shop. Shops with metal and broken hands can't do nothing with them hold a kid naw.
Can't do that with your fingers under 3 inches of gauze and my dad don't touch me. That ain't
no reason to do nothing. Blame on others. Uncle don't touch me neither. Saying people touch a dn feel and that's a reason enough. Maybe I'll go down to Mexico way and be on a border town and just be with cowboys and cowgirls eating Mexican food shack in' up with some guy but I
ain't gay just a business man. Just go down to Mexico somewhere by the beach maybe. Tourists
are better there and the salt Tatar is sea water and the air blows and wisps and touches and
glides and streams. Maybe I'll get picked up in Hollywood by some big name director. Maybe
I'll be the new John holes or a superstar action star shooting with ladies and I'll pay money
got enough money at the truck st for each person to get a hamburger at the truck stop. Start
at the truck stop. Get. Hamburger. Whatcha doin' there boy? Nothin' mister. Bill come help
with this here axle rod. Ok dad. Faggs get beat up in west Texas and thrown off bridges in
Maine and are known to have aids and I don't want aids. Gigolos are objects to laugh at and
love and idol. Man they shack up with a thousand guys a night. A hit son you better watch out
or you gonna cut someone's finger off one day. Sorry paw. Now just ease on it nice gentle.
Nmh. There ya go. Whatcha doin' there fellas? Nothin' officer. Whatcha doin' there Bill?
Dollar dollar bill. That'll be my name and I'll be come famous and sell and buy people twice
over. Get the fuck outta the car faggot it. I wasn't doin' nothin'. There ya go boy. Buy
yourself a hamburger. There. Done. Good job, son. Punches and blood and salt smells and smells
of disgusting. My baby does the hanky panky. Radio light and shooting smells and the window wipers make drum beats to acts. Hey faggot. Hey. Why don't you get out thzttruck there? I'll start small and grow bigger and bigger. I'll be a goddamn firecracker. I'lll go up into the night sky small and blow up and shoot all over you and your friend and his girlfriend and you'll remember me. I'll be remembered until the next time ya see one. They beat up gays in west Texas and throw them off bridges I. Maine but I ain't in there I am gonna be in mexico or Florida or Mexico and i'll be relaxed and with somebody with money forecrackermoney saved. I'll start small with a name and number. Good job son. Good job son. Watch try on' to do there son? Maybe next rme you'll think straight. Maybe next time you'll thik straight. Truckstops got enough mo ey t get a cheeseburger for the do er next door. There ya go son. Enough money for a cheeseburger? How you feel abut a cheeseburger, son? Whatcha doun' there queer? Get the shit kicked outlay and then get some soup or a slador a cheeseburger. Start small at a truck stop between the men and ladie's room and name on stalls. Bill. Bill. Get a dollar. Dollar Bill. That'll be the name I get. Dollar Bill was 17 bucks a fuck now more and more. Fireworks gone up coat more. But I ain't gay just a business man and I just want what I want and they hang gays in west Texas and bun em in Maine buti won't bethere. I'll be long gone and far away. I'll stRt small with my name on a stall. Waiting outside. Blue eyes, brown hair. Name's Dollar Bill and I'm a firecracker.
I'll start small. Small time.
I'll start in this truck stop.
In between the men's and ladie's room and I won't
Judge which door they'll come out of
I'll starts small just shows and joes and blows and Schmitz
And go big time go down to Florida
Where it'll be warm and where fat tourists will want someone
To blow off steam with and I may get free stuff maybe a sugar daddy or momma nott ht my momma or daddy was bad to me they were good and good to me. Didn't touch me or nothin' just all I got is a dream. Maybe I'll go out to Hollywood with a trucker instead of goin' down to Florida. Florida is too warm anyhow and tropical drinks are for fruits and gags and I ain't one. I'll go down to Hollywood and maybe go down on some. Gay for pay and pay is good. All I want is solitary Arkansas all I ask is to stay inside my dream and I won't get stuck anywhere if I do get stuck I'll just hitch up my wheels and roll down. Born in Utah and was working in
a metal shop. Shops with metal and broken hands can't do nothing with them hold a kid naw.
Can't do that with your fingers under 3 inches of gauze and my dad don't touch me. That ain't
no reason to do nothing. Blame on others. Uncle don't touch me neither. Saying people touch a dn feel and that's a reason enough. Maybe I'll go down to Mexico way and be on a border town and just be with cowboys and cowgirls eating Mexican food shack in' up with some guy but I
ain't gay just a business man. Just go down to Mexico somewhere by the beach maybe. Tourists
are better there and the salt Tatar is sea water and the air blows and wisps and touches and
glides and streams. Maybe I'll get picked up in Hollywood by some big name director. Maybe
I'll be the new John holes or a superstar action star shooting with ladies and I'll pay money
got enough money at the truck st for each person to get a hamburger at the truck stop. Start
at the truck stop. Get. Hamburger. Whatcha doin' there boy? Nothin' mister. Bill come help
with this here axle rod. Ok dad. Faggs get beat up in west Texas and thrown off bridges in
Maine and are known to have aids and I don't want aids. Gigolos are objects to laugh at and
love and idol. Man they shack up with a thousand guys a night. A hit son you better watch out
or you gonna cut someone's finger off one day. Sorry paw. Now just ease on it nice gentle.
Nmh. There ya go. Whatcha doin' there fellas? Nothin' officer. Whatcha doin' there Bill?
Dollar dollar bill. That'll be my name and I'll be come famous and sell and buy people twice
over. Get the fuck outta the car faggot it. I wasn't doin' nothin'. There ya go boy. Buy
yourself a hamburger. There. Done. Good job, son. Punches and blood and salt smells and smells
of disgusting. My baby does the hanky panky. Radio light and shooting smells and the window wipers make drum beats to acts. Hey faggot. Hey. Why don't you get out thzttruck there? I'll start small and grow bigger and bigger. I'll be a goddamn firecracker. I'lll go up into the night sky small and blow up and shoot all over you and your friend and his girlfriend and you'll remember me. I'll be remembered until the next time ya see one. They beat up gays in west Texas and throw them off bridges I. Maine but I ain't in there I am gonna be in mexico or Florida or Mexico and i'll be relaxed and with somebody with money forecrackermoney saved. I'll start small with a name and number. Good job son. Good job son. Watch try on' to do there son? Maybe next rme you'll think straight. Maybe next time you'll thik straight. Truckstops got enough mo ey t get a cheeseburger for the do er next door. There ya go son. Enough money for a cheeseburger? How you feel abut a cheeseburger, son? Whatcha doun' there queer? Get the shit kicked outlay and then get some soup or a slador a cheeseburger. Start small at a truck stop between the men and ladie's room and name on stalls. Bill. Bill. Get a dollar. Dollar Bill. That'll be the name I get. Dollar Bill was 17 bucks a fuck now more and more. Fireworks gone up coat more. But I ain't gay just a business man and I just want what I want and they hang gays in west Texas and bun em in Maine buti won't bethere. I'll be long gone and far away. I'll stRt small with my name on a stall. Waiting outside. Blue eyes, brown hair. Name's Dollar Bill and I'm a firecracker.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Studnet Response
There is a little red button
in the back of our heads,
That shouts at others
“Do not dare push me!”
My little red button
has been pushed
and this time it is not a drill.
The fuse is burning fast
The tick is screaming louder
The bomb’s about to blow.
I am quickly falling apart
piece by piece.
My screws are loose,
My legs are wobbling all over the place,
and my head is bound to fall off sometime real soon.
I can’t find direction.
I can ‘t walk a straight line.
I’m running into walls and
stumbling over misplaced objects.
I’m losing my balance more so with every tick away.
My chest is caving into my lungs,
collapsing my airways,
getting closer to inhaling my last breath.
My many thoughts argue with one another,
keeping me from remembering
that I need to find a way to
put myself back together again,
because it is my mind that is
connected to the other end of the fuse
and time is running out.
My hands are broken,
unable to grab anything,
let alone pick myself back up again,
or at the least screw my head on any tighter.
My screws keep falling out faster and faster
while my head is closer and closer to becoming unattached.
I can’t concentrate on anything
because that little red button is in the back of my head screwing everything up,
And my heart???
That was the first thing to go
i aodre the image of a red button at the nack of heads. I tink it's well strucutre ut other than the red button being anger it could represent more which could be expanded. Maybe a poem about the Staple's Easy button.
in the back of our heads,
That shouts at others
“Do not dare push me!”
My little red button
has been pushed
and this time it is not a drill.
The fuse is burning fast
The tick is screaming louder
The bomb’s about to blow.
I am quickly falling apart
piece by piece.
My screws are loose,
My legs are wobbling all over the place,
and my head is bound to fall off sometime real soon.
I can’t find direction.
I can ‘t walk a straight line.
I’m running into walls and
stumbling over misplaced objects.
I’m losing my balance more so with every tick away.
My chest is caving into my lungs,
collapsing my airways,
getting closer to inhaling my last breath.
My many thoughts argue with one another,
keeping me from remembering
that I need to find a way to
put myself back together again,
because it is my mind that is
connected to the other end of the fuse
and time is running out.
My hands are broken,
unable to grab anything,
let alone pick myself back up again,
or at the least screw my head on any tighter.
My screws keep falling out faster and faster
while my head is closer and closer to becoming unattached.
I can’t concentrate on anything
because that little red button is in the back of my head screwing everything up,
And my heart???
That was the first thing to go
i aodre the image of a red button at the nack of heads. I tink it's well strucutre ut other than the red button being anger it could represent more which could be expanded. Maybe a poem about the Staple's Easy button.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Reading Response: Style and oice
After reading Style and voice, i decided ro respond to this by trying to emulate the styles and voices of two of my favorite poets, Tristan Tzara and Walt Whitman. Going to try this through subject matter. Gonna try. To show alittle change I am going to use the same subject of a drive to the store.
Trying to Trick Tristan Tzara
tick tock refrigerator water goes while burning
bright heart burns soft soft softer still
pumping thrashing mashing and crashing
mother makes a son
then a aughter
in the afternoon beneath the flourescent sky christMas
lamps
and then a boy with a pink complexion and hearty erection
and then a girl with crosse feet and pajamed sheep
and then a dog with missing mouth missing teeth and fur like camel
hair coats sold on sunday afternoons
blood sills and thrills kills
(bleh)
Walking Walt Whitman
O! American family
with hope spread over crackers and into words
wagon thrusting motion as it goes from corner to corner,
street to street,
with all others watching a feeling,
O! wanderers and ponderers to the thought and mindset and reason
For groceries with fuel to this great land where blood has been spilt
I sing thee and praise as your songs play in wireless headsets
and podsets and chces and cd players
and lipsyched videos spread across the land
and it is sung in my heart
and in hearts of the youth
and on the radio
and illegally over the internet,
O! America i sing thee as though are now
the walt whitman one seems more like a 12 year old version of Carl Sandburg. Learned a lesson from this if nothing else, I should stic with my own vocal chords (one i pawn the back) though the changing in style was very much fun.
Trying to Trick Tristan Tzara
tick tock refrigerator water goes while burning
bright heart burns soft soft softer still
pumping thrashing mashing and crashing
mother makes a son
then a aughter
in the afternoon beneath the flourescent sky christMas
lamps
and then a boy with a pink complexion and hearty erection
and then a girl with crosse feet and pajamed sheep
and then a dog with missing mouth missing teeth and fur like camel
hair coats sold on sunday afternoons
blood sills and thrills kills
(bleh)
Walking Walt Whitman
O! American family
with hope spread over crackers and into words
wagon thrusting motion as it goes from corner to corner,
street to street,
with all others watching a feeling,
O! wanderers and ponderers to the thought and mindset and reason
For groceries with fuel to this great land where blood has been spilt
I sing thee and praise as your songs play in wireless headsets
and podsets and chces and cd players
and lipsyched videos spread across the land
and it is sung in my heart
and in hearts of the youth
and on the radio
and illegally over the internet,
O! America i sing thee as though are now
the walt whitman one seems more like a 12 year old version of Carl Sandburg. Learned a lesson from this if nothing else, I should stic with my own vocal chords (one i pawn the back) though the changing in style was very much fun.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Junk Quotes Week 3
Watchedone of my favorite films last night, Raising Arizona written and directed by The Coen Brothers. And since the Coen Bros are the Gods of filmaking, I woant to quote them this week.
1. "Hayseed: Well, which is it young fella? You want I should freeze or get down on the ground? Mean to say, iffen I freeze, I can't rightly drop. And iffen I drop, I'm a gonna be in motion."-Raising Arizona
2. "Evelle: Balloons. (He unhooks a bag of ballons.) Hey. These blow up into funny shapes at all?"
"Cashier: Well naw. Unless round is funny." -Raising Arizona
3. "Jerry: Wade, have ya had a chance to think about, uh, that deal I was talkin' about, those forty acres there on Wayzata?"
"Wade: You told me about it." "Jerry: Yeah, you said you'd have a think about it. I understand it's a lot of money--" "Wade: A heck of a lot. What'd you say you were gonna put there?" "Jerry: A lot. It's a limited--" "Wade: I know it's a lot." "Jerry: I mean a parking lot." -Fargo
4. "Katie Cox: What is going on?"
"Osbourne Cox: Some clown—a couple of clowns got a hold of my memoirs."
"Katie Cox: Your what?"
"Osbourne Cox: Stole it or... I have no idea how they—"
"Katie Cox: Your what?"
"Cox: My memoirs... the book I'm writing."
"Katie Cox: Why in God's name would they think that's worth anything?!"
-the highly underappreciated Burn After Reading
5. "Walter Sobchak: Smokey, this is not 'Nam. This is bowling. There are rules."
-The Big Lebowski
1. "Hayseed: Well, which is it young fella? You want I should freeze or get down on the ground? Mean to say, iffen I freeze, I can't rightly drop. And iffen I drop, I'm a gonna be in motion."-Raising Arizona
2. "Evelle: Balloons. (He unhooks a bag of ballons.) Hey. These blow up into funny shapes at all?"
"Cashier: Well naw. Unless round is funny." -Raising Arizona
3. "Jerry: Wade, have ya had a chance to think about, uh, that deal I was talkin' about, those forty acres there on Wayzata?"
4. "Katie Cox: What is going on?"
"Osbourne Cox: Some clown—a couple of clowns got a hold of my memoirs."
"Katie Cox: Your what?"
"Osbourne Cox: Stole it or... I have no idea how they—"
"Katie Cox: Your what?"
"Cox: My memoirs... the book I'm writing."
"Katie Cox: Why in God's name would they think that's worth anything?!"
-the highly underappreciated Burn After Reading
5. "Walter Sobchak: Smokey, this is not 'Nam. This is bowling. There are rules."
-The Big Lebowski
My Brittany Spears "Poem"
Daddy mzde me cheesy girts
and the baby cried
TV is on
"...you're the new pop sensation out there. What do think of your fame?"
"I'm just so thankful and grateful for all popularity
I've gotten from all the little people
out there watching.
My new album comes out next week."
"Who are your musical influences?"
"Influences?"
"Yeah. Who are someof the artists who influence your music?"
"My musicisn; under ay inffluenece. I'm a
drug-free role model."
"No.I mean..what msic do you like?"
"Oh. Like what's on my iPod?"
"Yeah."
"Tht' a really ersonal question...don;t feel comfortable answering that.."
"Oh. It's ok. Next question: what's going to be the name of your new single?"
"That would be 'Daddy don't touch don't touch.' It's about my childhood."
I swear that I write better prose than this but yeah. Here ya go.
and the baby cried
TV is on
"...you're the new pop sensation out there. What do think of your fame?"
"I'm just so thankful and grateful for all popularity
I've gotten from all the little people
out there watching.
My new album comes out next week."
"Who are your musical influences?"
"Influences?"
"Yeah. Who are someof the artists who influence your music?"
"My musicisn; under ay inffluenece. I'm a
drug-free role model."
"No.I mean..what msic do you like?"
"Oh. Like what's on my iPod?"
"Yeah."
"Tht' a really ersonal question...don;t feel comfortable answering that.."
"Oh. It's ok. Next question: what's going to be the name of your new single?"
"That would be 'Daddy don't touch don't touch.' It's about my childhood."
I swear that I write better prose than this but yeah. Here ya go.
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