Walking in the dark streets of Seoul
under the almost full moon.
Lost for the last two hours.
Finishing a loaf of bread
and worried about the curfew.
I have not spoken for three days
and I am thinking, "Why not just
settle for love? Why not just
settle for love instead?"
-Jack Gilbert, via
Related link: Two years as a lesbian ex-pat in South Korea
Image: wind map
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
in anticipation of friday's holiday
A-Trak - Piss Test feat. Juicy J and Danny Brown
4/20 music for my homiez yo. this iz our anthem yooooo!!!!!
Friday, April 13, 2012
Road Trip
The new road runs along the old road. I can see it
still imprinted on the earth, not twenty feet away
as I drive west past silos and farmsteads, fruit stands and hogs.
Once in Kansas, I stood in a field and watched
the stars on the horizon revolve around my ankles.
People are always moving, even those standing still
because the world keeps changing around them, changing them.
When will the cities meet? When will they spread until
there is a single city—avenue to avenue, coast to coast?
What we call "the country" is an undeveloped area
by the side of the road. There is no "country," there is no "road."
It's one big National Park, no longer the wilderness it was.
But the old world exists under the present world
the way an original painting exists under a newer one.
The animals know: their ancient, invisible trails cross
and re-cross our own like scars that have healed long ago.
Their country is not our country but another place altogether.
Anything of importance there comes out of the sky.
In Amarillo the wind tries to erase everything, even the future.
It swoops down to scrape the desert clean as a scapula.
Here among bones and bleached arroyos the sun leans
through my window at dawn to let me know
I'm not going anywhere. There's no more anywhere to go.
-Kurt Brown
Just a reminder, April is National Poetry Month (as well as being the cruellest). Just a reminder: this girl's still got the poetry game on lock.
still imprinted on the earth, not twenty feet away
as I drive west past silos and farmsteads, fruit stands and hogs.
Once in Kansas, I stood in a field and watched
the stars on the horizon revolve around my ankles.
People are always moving, even those standing still
because the world keeps changing around them, changing them.
When will the cities meet? When will they spread until
there is a single city—avenue to avenue, coast to coast?
What we call "the country" is an undeveloped area
by the side of the road. There is no "country," there is no "road."
It's one big National Park, no longer the wilderness it was.
But the old world exists under the present world
the way an original painting exists under a newer one.
The animals know: their ancient, invisible trails cross
and re-cross our own like scars that have healed long ago.
Their country is not our country but another place altogether.
Anything of importance there comes out of the sky.
In Amarillo the wind tries to erase everything, even the future.
It swoops down to scrape the desert clean as a scapula.
Here among bones and bleached arroyos the sun leans
through my window at dawn to let me know
I'm not going anywhere. There's no more anywhere to go.
-Kurt Brown
Just a reminder, April is National Poetry Month (as well as being the cruellest). Just a reminder: this girl's still got the poetry game on lock.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
10K Day
- see 10,000 birds
- build the future with 10,000 Tuvaluans
- be one of Pennsylvania's 10,000 friends
- brand 10,000 lakes (not sure this is such a great idea, actually)
- synchronize myself with the 10,000 year clock
- visit the valley of 10,000 smokes
- interpret 10,000 dreams
- follow the path of 10,000 Greek mercenaries
Saturday, April 7, 2012
HYFR
Drake ~ HYFR Feat. Lil Wayne from OctobersVeryOwn on Vimeo.
this is exactly what my re-bar mitzvah looked like, up to and including lil wayne in a panda mask.
happy passover y'all.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
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