June 2010
56 posts
“Let us take what dreams we have and bury them before kind faced marauders, who...”
“Corporate life is composed only of lower underlings and higher underlings....”
– Wendell Berry (via thebronzemedal)
Kudos on the Wendell Berry quote.
A Project: Pulaski House
After writing that short narrative piece entitled Pulaski House, I had what I hope is a brilliant idea to extend it further. I’ll be working with my friend Sarah on a collaborative fictional piece that will include poetry and music. I’m not sure what medium we will use, since both the Internet and some sort of stage show might be conducive for such an endeavor. Nevertheless, whatever...
Pulaski House
Fireflies illuminate a carpet of green leaves that surround a vine covered tree. A girl in a light summer dress, speckled with colors and shapes I do not recognize, sits on a swing that hangs from that tree. I’m supposed to be working, but when you’re at Pulaski house you lose time and walk as if you’re in a dream where beautiful things fall from your mouth, effortlessly, and...
Tattoo
The mark that you choose is the simplest expression of desire. In choosing, you make it your own; you carry it with you. But even more than this, it is a thought and idea others can see. You are now imprinted with this idea, and you’re waiting for someone to investigate you, to explore, and to discover what gave birth to the vision of such a beautiful idea.
A Brief Explanation
The title of this post is rather misleading. I do not intend to give an explanation, at least, not yet. I have been mulling over the two ideas. The first idea is that of psychological violence and it’s effects on the lover’s psyche for quite some time now. The second issue I’ve been mulling over is women’s largely new found autonomy and the effects of this autonomy on...
“I would love nothing more than to believe that the actions of women are mostly...”
– unnamed character
Writer's Notebook
Having drawn blood, he retreated. To safety? To gloat? No. Even he could not gloat after wounding something so beautiful. “To be young and without obligation is a curse for love,” his grandmother would tell him one day.
His attack was primal, as all young lovers actions are, and meant to fell the beautiful beast. But he hesitated and wounded her. He struck between the second and third...
On Being Friends With Women
“Women made such swell friends. Awfully swell. In the first place, you had to be in love with a woman to have a basis of friendship. I had been having Brett for a friend. I had not been thinking about her side of it. I had been getting something for nothing. That only delayed the presentation of the bill. The bill always came. That was one of the swell things you could count on.”
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The Innocence Mission (60)
Esthero (19)
Laura Veirs (14)
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Lykke Li (10)
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Short Story Ideas
I woke up from a nap the other day with this somewhat frightening and immediate thought about alzheimer’s disease. I then envisioned a man in an elaborate set that represented his memories. Piece by piece, the set was disassembled, revealing a world as a blank canvas—white and unfilled. Now to write…
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Aloneness
What ‘aloneness’ has most taught me is that I desire to be known, and in understanding this I’ve realized that all want to know and be known. So I hope to love with that much more intention, and not just for myself, but for the sake of my beloved, who I seek to know most of all.
“I can speak in prose on paper when words meant to fill ears fail me. But even...”
Writer's Notebook
(I will be posting writings from my notebooks that are observations of life around me told in narrative form. Here is the first entry.)
She spoke wishing to keep her words safe. The spanish escaped slowly, crawling through trepidation toward the ears of a welcoming professor. She shrank back in her desk, pulling her shoulders in to protect herself from the retaliation of children, words, she...
Previous Posts
The previous entries are all pieces I posted on The Empty Mask. There is also some fantastic writing there from a few of my friends. So, please, enjoy.
All Skin
All skin, and small of the back that turns evenings of cool summers into hot panting that’s all I can shake from my memory the next time that I see you. Sweet smoke rings you’ll blow while I’m both disgusted and enthralled the next time I lie with you. If that ever comes again. I have my doubts, you’ve been all googly eyed and knock-kneed for some new buck, bad as a bull run, but he’ll leave you,...
The Old Wall
There is a wall at the other end of the field. It is not so great that you would find it difficult to climb, or too wide that it would discourage two lovers from finding a way to meet where it ended, skin dewy, the musk of unkempt grass faint on their skin. It is not so great, that wall.
My mother said the wall was there for ages. I didn’t know how long an age was. So I imagined it was there...
Falsity
What have you but your images of bone pyres and dreams not lived only told, And told in lives that have little to look back on but playful banter, Where onlookers who have been from sea to sea are silent. “Pioneer, ohh, Pioneer” I heard the cry from two-dimensional images As false as the faces that bore the names Romeo & Juliet And just as fastidious in their obliviousness to what is before...
The Plank
Three fingernails are worn down, the index and thumbnails chipped. They handle the rocks the most. Soil, as dark as night is embedded in his cuticles, but he’s not digging deeper for any other reason than the earth holds treasure that he wants. Benjamin hopes his ship will hold it all. It’s anchored, corrugated paper that’s weightless in the wind, to the second stair of a deck whose age is...
The Failure of Words
I can speak in prose on paper when words meant to fill ears fail me. But even then, it’s never enough to move hearts. That takes love=action.
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-6-13) →
Janelle Monáe (31)
Thao (24)
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The End of Men →
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(The Atlantic)
By Hanna Rosin
American pop culture keeps producing endless variations on the omega male, who ranks even below the beta in the wolf pack. This often-unemployed, romantically challenged loser can show up as a perpetual adolescent (in Judd Apatow’s Knocked Up or The 40-Year-Old Virgin), or a charmless misanthrope (in Noah Baumbach’s Greenberg), or a ...
2 AM
Your brokeness isn’t so endearing as you would like. More like those rusted out chairs that wear time like a trusted cap, and makes those near wish fondly for the days when they were of use.
There isn’t a hole where my heart used to go. Besides, the heart isn’t found until you’re broken down, all rusted out and find yourself in some workshop where turpentine and glue fills your nostrils like a...
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Speaking of Pablo Neruda
Every Day You Play (Pablo Neruda)
Every day you play with the light of the universe. Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water. You are more than this white head that I hold tightly as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.
You are like nobody since I love you. Let me spread you out among yellow garlands. Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the...
Heart on Fire
She stood below me on a road, the backdrop of the ocean behind her. She kept asking me, “Tell me how you really feel.” said I already told her. She asked me again, “No, tell me how you really feel.” Adamant, I said I already told her. She asked a third time. “I want you to tell me how you feel.” I raised my voice “I already told you!”
Beside her...
Sometimes...
When I see pictures of young, beautiful people, pale skinned and thin, I wonder if the beauty of brown skin is too much for a camera to bear, and that this is the reason that you see so few.
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-6-6) →
Janelle Monáe (133)
North Highlands (28)
Beth Orton (21)
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