i’m going to touch you very hard via this emotion was a little e-book (bear parade, 2006)
(Source: likethedictionary)
“ room night
i held the cruelty-free soap to my arm
and moved my arm in various directions
a kind of meat-eating liberal
was making me move my body
that was the day i argued against publicly-owned companies
on my blog; the shower felt nice
so i did not leave the shower
something beautiful was moving me
away from my philosophy; in my room at night
i blogged about the preconceptive nature
of right and wrong
a kind of self-righteous argument
something about the cruelty of abstractions
capitalism felt harmless and fun
really, it was just a kind of game
that made people into various abstractions
a kind of harmless movement
of bodies; laying on my bed
a kind of emptiness
moved through my politics
it was cruel
to leave the homeless man
‘there’s no such thing,’ i mumbled
‘as good or bad’; something about being
in the center of my philosophy
i walked through someone’s vision
and it was a vegan walking through someone’s vision
something about the way i felt kind of abstract
the impermanent nature of things
was making a terribly beautiful emotion
in the center of my being
i was going to feel it as a kind of emptiness; really
the political gesture was neither good nor bad; ‘see
when you break a heart nothing really breaks,’ he screamed
to music, ‘it’s just a figure of speech’
an indefensible waste of water
the day i unofficially changed the name of my job
to ‘fuck craigslist’ politics moved through my brain
in various directions
and made me choose the cruelty-free soap
i moved my body to the kitchen
to get something to eat; alone at night
a kind of abstract longing
the uncompromised expression of emotion
through words and music made me feel better
because it was not really changed by abstractions
or publicly-owned companies
something about the kind of vegans
who feel terribly empty and alone
at night, with peanut butter
i listened to beautiful music
created by depressed vegans
i tightly held my sesame bagel
‘the peanut butter is not a metaphor,’ i mumbled
something about how the emotion was felt alone
‘my life is empty without blogging,’ i emailed someone
‘terribly empty’; the existence of beautiful music
was kind of depressing
because of the unidirectional nature of time; i got a job
the day a terrible emptiness moved permanently into my blog
i stole the organic lip balm
by putting my cell phone and the organic lip balm in my pocket
a kind of emptiness existed in the center of my bagel; really
it was just the hole that’s in the middle
of all bagels; ‘i need to go read my blog
to find out what my politics are’
the cruelty-imbued pork chop
was a terribly expressive pig
i held the sesame bagel to my face
because i was going to eat it
the homeless man’s politics
were telling the homeless man
not to exist; melodrama
had infused the evening
in the kitchen i felt sad
the indefensible nature
of existing alone; a terrible longing
not to exist; the abstract nature of sadness
the existence of movement, and a kind of harmless fun
‘this organic peanut butter tastes like carrots changing into brains’
really, that was the kind of terrible night
it was; a kind of eighty-cent sesame bagel
my cell phone shook
with a kind of existential terror
really, someone was just text messaging me
i decided to take a very long shower
‘someone find out exactly who loses money
if i steal from whole foods,’ i blogged
an indefensible cruelty towards animals
a vision of being kind
and alone; i longed to be permanent
the corporation existed as various abstractions
a terrible self-righteousness moved through the emptiness
in the center of my being; really, it was just what happens
when you kind of try to do things; kind of happens
a vision of brains
a sort of harmless world
something about the various emotion in the center of my being
really compromised
i held the cruelty-free soap to my arm
and moved my arm in various directions
a kind of meat-eating liberal
was making me move my body
that was the day i argued against publicly-owned companies
on my blog; the shower felt nice
so i did not leave the shower
something beautiful was moving me
away from my philosophy; in my room at night
i blogged about the preconceptive nature
of right and wrong
a kind of self-righteous argument
something about the cruelty of abstractions
capitalism felt harmless and fun
really, it was just a kind of game
that made people into various abstractions
a kind of harmless movement
of bodies; laying on my bed
a kind of emptiness
moved through my politics
it was cruel
to leave the homeless man
‘there’s no such thing,’ i mumbled
‘as good or bad’; something about being
in the center of my philosophy
i walked through someone’s vision
and it was a vegan walking through someone’s vision
something about the way i felt kind of abstract
the impermanent nature of things
was making a terribly beautiful emotion
in the center of my being
i was going to feel it as a kind of emptiness; really
the political gesture was neither good nor bad; ‘see
when you break a heart nothing really breaks,’ he screamed
to music, ‘it’s just a figure of speech’
an indefensible waste of water
the day i unofficially changed the name of my job
to ‘fuck craigslist’ politics moved through my brain
in various directions
and made me choose the cruelty-free soap
i moved my body to the kitchen
to get something to eat; alone at night
a kind of abstract longing
the uncompromised expression of emotion
through words and music made me feel better
because it was not really changed by abstractions
or publicly-owned companies
something about the kind of vegans
who feel terribly empty and alone
at night, with peanut butter
i listened to beautiful music
created by depressed vegans
i tightly held my sesame bagel
‘the peanut butter is not a metaphor,’ i mumbled
something about how the emotion was felt alone
‘my life is empty without blogging,’ i emailed someone
‘terribly empty’; the existence of beautiful music
was kind of depressing
because of the unidirectional nature of time; i got a job
the day a terrible emptiness moved permanently into my blog
i stole the organic lip balm
by putting my cell phone and the organic lip balm in my pocket
a kind of emptiness existed in the center of my bagel; really
it was just the hole that’s in the middle
of all bagels; ‘i need to go read my blog
to find out what my politics are’
the cruelty-imbued pork chop
was a terribly expressive pig
i held the sesame bagel to my face
because i was going to eat it
the homeless man’s politics
were telling the homeless man
not to exist; melodrama
had infused the evening
in the kitchen i felt sad
the indefensible nature
of existing alone; a terrible longing
not to exist; the abstract nature of sadness
the existence of movement, and a kind of harmless fun
‘this organic peanut butter tastes like carrots changing into brains’
really, that was the kind of terrible night
it was; a kind of eighty-cent sesame bagel
my cell phone shook
with a kind of existential terror
really, someone was just text messaging me
i decided to take a very long shower
‘someone find out exactly who loses money
if i steal from whole foods,’ i blogged
an indefensible cruelty towards animals
a vision of being kind
and alone; i longed to be permanent
the corporation existed as various abstractions
a terrible self-righteousness moved through the emptiness
in the center of my being; really, it was just what happens
when you kind of try to do things; kind of happens
a vision of brains
a sort of harmless world
something about the various emotion in the center of my being
really compromised
“ my favorite emotions include ‘brief calmness
in good weather’ and ‘i am the only person alive’
without constant reassurance i feel terribly lonely and insane
i have moved beyond meaningless, far beyond meaningless
to something positive, life-affirming, and potentially best-selling
in good weather’ and ‘i am the only person alive’
without constant reassurance i feel terribly lonely and insane
i have moved beyond meaningless, far beyond meaningless
to something positive, life-affirming, and potentially best-selling
(Source: popserial)
“ass haiku” by Brandon Scott Gorrell
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(Source: theskycallsyourname)
poem by Tao Lin from ~2002 discovered by David Fishkind (via Minetta Review)
“ By mid-1958 Sexton had begun to think of herself as a real poet, but her family still thought of her, with good reason, as an unstable person undergoing intensive psychiatric treatment.
— “Anne Sexton: a Biography” by Diane Wood Middlebrook, page 79
selected unpublished blog posts of a mexican panda express employee is officially published today!
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