Mere Anarchy

Critical evidence.
andre breton
james dickey
kafka
theodore roethke
wb yeats
sylvia
ts eliot
irvine welsh
chuck palahniuk
dostoevsky

Forensic reports.
edward gorey
man ray
simon boses

Admissions of guilt.
deadcandance
cohen
nick cave
natalie merchant
rammstein
iggy pop

Crime scenes
aurora picture show
diverseworks
theater LaB houston
voices breaking boundaries

Damning testimony.
surrealism
roller derby
exploding dog
levity
girlsarepretty

days go by and still Summaries never do the original any service. I think of My transcript, all four pages. you This video is gorgeous Four pages full of academic code: Eng 4526 A-, is supposed to testify to my talents, abilities, accomplishments, and experience. with out you Nothing about the nights in jail, kisses at midnight, oak latticed moonlight on tombstones feel it with your fingertips No mention of how your cheek stung for a week when she slapped you and told you to get out, the thanksgiving you spent sneaking into movies from 1pm till midnight. Reading poetry at Diverse Works is nowhere on it. Neither are all the friends lost. There is no mention of Christian’s self-inflected gunshot to his head, Phil 3355 B. days go by I look for Emma. There are poetry classes listed, but no poems. yeah its so true An entire page is TASP scores. 5- five relationships, five disappointments, five regrets, five apologies, five explanations, five excuses, five people who you once loved so much that the only home you ever wanted was in their skin, five people who the scent of still... your lips Nothing about the clinic, or the psychiatrist. how the things you once took for granted Bio 2218 C, there is no record of when we made love in the shower on New Year's, when we spread our blanket under the sighing Azalea’s, when we pulled over on the way to New Orleans, when I slammed on the horn accidentally and it echoed throughout the nearly abandoned parking garage - nothing. days go by and still I think What should I say to an interviewer? I did well in school. Yes, 3.1. What does it mean? Should I say, I don't think that human achievement, much less the culmanitive life experiences of an individual, can be quantifiably expressed. of you You want to know about me, I'm sensitive and moody. I've been known to bend my elbow while an adult beverage was in my hand. Art is more important than money. Hell, if I feel inspired I won't show up- and no- I won't call. If I'm not inspired I'll mope for weeks. You want to know if I'm a team player, if I'll get behind the drive to institute new policies to reflect the shift in our corporate paradigm, if I'll de-prioritize my action item list to reflect a more proactive approach to current market trends. when they are gone You want to know if I'm your man. You want to know what I can bring to the table. without you Fuck you. you realize how much you had, and how much you sacrificed for what in a few years is insignificant without you

posted by James @ 2:24 PM

Freitag, August 23, 2002

It is the beginning of the submission season. One story and fifteen poems will leave home and try to find their way in the world. I hope that some of them survive. We have spent a lot of time together lately. Pieces I haven't spoken to in months have kept me awake at night with worry. I have gone over every line, weighed every word, considered every letter. I never realize how alone I am until I really work. Working reminds me that I am only half alive. I evesdrop and spy on the living that spin around me. I am a recorder of the sound of other people's laughter, a photographer of stranger's wrinkled eyes and the corners of their mouths. Alone I assemble collages of memory and like an old fortune teller, try and discern some meaning. I have always hoped that I would someday find something inside of me- something eternally gentle and unfading that I could collect and capture. This somehow would make the tread of time's starving feet less heavy on me, and maybe you- whomever you are, we have not met yet. Wish me luck.

posted by James @ 9:29 PM

Mittwoch, August 21, 2002