January 2010
26 posts
notes from my bedside table: 2
i’ve got salt stains on my boots just from dragging my toes to come and see you.
“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big...”
– — the catcher in the rye, j.d. salinger
all i know: 4
i’ve got creaking floors and leaking windows. the paint on the windowsill is cracking and peeling from all the water trickling in. all i know is that it’s january 25th and it’s raining and pouring outside. wicked winter, why can’t you just be normal?
as planned, frank o'hara
after the first glass of vodka you can accept just about anything of life even your own mysteriousness you think it is nice that a box of matches is purple and brown and is called La Petite and comes from Sweden for they are words that you know and that is all you know words not their feelings or what they mean and you write because you know them not because you understand them because you...
all i know: 3
dear neighbour in the apartment above mine, you are loud. i’m sorry, but it’s true. i can hear you at all hours of the night, always dropping your dishes or something. and i can hear your cat meowing through the vents. you should really check on it, make sure it’s okay. and your dog’s claws are always clacking on the wood floors too, like a million little women in stilettos...
“i want to stay as close to the edge as i can without going over. out on the edge...”
– kurt vonnegut
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension,...”
– Anais Nin
annoying things about you:3
holy fuck. why must you talk so loud into your goddamn phone? you’re not yelling across the atlantic. not even the jam can drown you out.
“and i hope she’ll be a fool - that’s the best thing a girl can be in...”
– the great gatsby, f. scott fitzgerald
notes from my bedside table: 1
chinese mattress, new delhi high-rise - i’ve come to take you back with me. i am cold and i am overdone but i won’t stand aside for no one. i am callous, little lattice. i am calling down a wire: come and come and come and set me on fire. i am waiting, you’re debating, and i am hugging my knees before you. i felt your feet so close to mine as my moniker hung on your lips....
wonderous things about you: 3
you don’t mind that i want to name my dog john humphrey. and i don’t mind that you want to name yours jean-pierre.
“moats and boats and waterfalls,
alley-ways and pay phone calls,
i’ve...”
– home, edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros
all i know: 2
my nana told me that in paradise your furniture won’t get scratched and banged up. well i don’t know much about heaven and i don’t believe much in god, but i hope that she’s right. i hope that one day she can have the finest and shiniest of furniture, i truly do. all i really know is that i don’t want her to see that day anytime soon.
all i know: 1
well, i guess things got weird and weird broke huge.
and all i really know is that i’m stone-cold in this frozen city.
and i keep wondering about my defeats as i wander down these same streets while the wind just keeps pushing me aside. ya, i guess things got weird.