1) I feel like I'm dressed in someone else's clothes
2) "Your tongue coddled death like candy"
3) There's a lot beneath the stillness of life
Advanced Poetry E-Journal
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Monday, October 7, 2013
Junkyard Quote (Week 7)
“I mean, they say you die twice. One
time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when
somebody says your name for the last time.”
- Banksy
Sunday, October 6, 2013
laptop is repaired
This will be the last week of me scrambling to the library to transcribe my journal. (ITS finally repaired it.)
Improv (Week 6)
Starlight scope Myopia – Yusef Komunyakaa
Making night work for us,
I sent you to grab your coat,
wouldn’t want to worry mom.
Black glow of a new moon
Teased us along trails, over the
slithering creek in the back woods.
We bobbed along, line and tackle
Dangling behind you like bells.
We tossed stories and fish hooks
into the blankness of the lake.
So that you would have memories
Of the times we spent together.
Making night work for us,
I sent you to grab your coat,
wouldn’t want to worry mom.
Black glow of a new moon
Teased us along trails, over the
slithering creek in the back woods.
We bobbed along, line and tackle
Dangling behind you like bells.
We tossed stories and fish hooks
into the blankness of the lake.
So that you would have memories
Of the times we spent together.
Improv (Week 6)
Elizabeth Bishop—One Art
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
you just have to forget the way the stiches
are supposed to fall between your fingers.
Never learn how to release the leather, and
Follow through. Ive never had trouble losing.
I let innings and quarters, first and second halfs
Get the better of me.
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
you just have to forget the way the stiches
are supposed to fall between your fingers.
Never learn how to release the leather, and
Follow through. Ive never had trouble losing.
I let innings and quarters, first and second halfs
Get the better of me.
improv (Week 6)
Diving into the Wreck – Adrienne Rich
I came to explore the wreck.
Witnessing the drunk dance of bar fights,
Women tripping into strange cars, and foam
sliding over glass rims onto dresses.
Thick whiskey clinging to mouths, heating
The chest of a thousand men.
I came to explore the wreck.
Witnessing the drunk dance of bar fights,
Women tripping into strange cars, and foam
sliding over glass rims onto dresses.
Thick whiskey clinging to mouths, heating
The chest of a thousand men.
Improv (week 6)
The Language of the Brag – Sharron Olds
I have wanted courage, I have thought about fire
Burning through me, turn me to dust.
I’ve felt water pierce my airways, helping
Me slide into a dream. I cant keep courage,
There are endless ways to die,
There are six venomous snakes that live in Georgia,
Drive to the store Knowing that thirty-thousand people die
In their cars every year. I want to find courage in
Denying death.
I have wanted courage, I have thought about fire
Burning through me, turn me to dust.
I’ve felt water pierce my airways, helping
Me slide into a dream. I cant keep courage,
There are endless ways to die,
There are six venomous snakes that live in Georgia,
Drive to the store Knowing that thirty-thousand people die
In their cars every year. I want to find courage in
Denying death.
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