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

I thought I should write something here. I'm not sure why. Life has been: read (Donne and Dante) sleep (little and poorly) write (new poems) watch (Pola X) play (old computer RPG games) eat (grilled cheese and spagatti sauce) talk (to the 'rents about seeing my shrink again) drink (cheap wine [Rossi] cheap vodka [Popi]) smoke (pipe, quitting on the cigarettes) stay home (I can't leave the house someone is after me and if they find me I don't know what they'll do besides everyone will look at me and it will be plain as water that I'm not well and it will be like when in middle school I was teased my a group of boys who called me words I didn't understand and held me down and rubbed sand in my eyes -they knew) fight (with her about everything because inside me there is a little bully who knows that if she is still around that means I can hold her down and rub sand in her eyes, so I do it) paint (bathroom cabniets with blackboard spray with my daughter so that she can draw me chalk pictures of a tree full of faries attending theur queen and another of us outside our house the happy sun watching us blow up firecrackers that say "boom" and "bang" while we "hee hee hee") Take (codine because I have it) get sick (9 capsules of codine with two glasses of wine) Wake up (7am) Come to work (Montgomery Community College) Write (this)

posted by James @ 10:00 AM

Montag, Juli 07, 2003