June 2011
23 posts
lostupnorth:
““But, basically, most bad trips are caused by the individual being trained and poisoned beforehand by society itself.””
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- C. Bukowski
say it like it is.
“There is nothing quite like the arrogance of a beginning writer, unless it is the conceit of a successful one”
-C. Bukowski
Ms. Ashley and I are aligned in our loving obsession with all things Bukowski
First Days
New Orleans in one word-
Thick.
I will never be lonely with my new lover humidity constantly holding me close. My current abode is on the Marginy Bywater district. Fun fact- it was started by a Frenchman by the name of Marginy who owned all of the land in this district, he also brought the game of craps over to the United States. He then lost all of his money.
Each day here feels like 3,...
Revolutionary Tea
Have you ever stopped to smell your own existence? To examine the exact social economic political moment that has placed you in this oh so particular piece of time? Take a breath, now take another because breathing is defiantly the underrated solution to out constantly floating, ADD infested minds. Feel the souls of your feet in the shoes sent here from the china, feel the itch of that...
Take Off
I am the queen of stress dreams. The early mornings consist of me talking my over excited brain off of a perverbial ledge. “hush now, you are not late for class, and it does not matter that the 20 bus line has decided to stop by the moon first.” I will eventually wake up to wet dog kisses, after which I abuse the little summer I have left by staying in bed for hours soaked in my...
“I dust a bit,” Ignatius told the police man. ‘In addition, I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.”
- A Confederacy of Dunces
As I lay here, pants-less and satiated by Sophie-Worm-style-scrambled-eggs it occurs to me how utterly fantastic it is that two people can grow and change so much and still end up in the same place. I do not remember meeting Sophie, thats how long we have been friends. We guess it has been at least 14 years, but who can really know. We were born a week apart, I was first in case you were...
“Don’t worry about the ‘real’ meaning of the poem. Even the poet wont know that. […] So, something happened in your heart of your heart or your bowels. You’re a writer. What happens when you hear music? Chamber music? Rock? You see a couple arguing on the street. You look at a child rebelling against his mother. You see a homeless man begging. You see a...
Two Front Teeth
As I was squatting in front of starbucks today I heard a women telling a rather perplexed ACLU canvasser the life story of her very fat wiener dog. - A side note before I delve into the meat of the story. I highly recommend watching a fat wiener dog run, and while you do that, imagine it functioning in the wild- Now back to the story, this women mentioned that she had rescued the dog from an...
