July 2011
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Apple's just such a DYNAMIC company!
Current depressing trend afflicting my generation: young people being genuinely excited about/proud of their corporate jobs.
Come onnnnnnnnnnnnnn, guys. Shouldn’t this be our collective Marxist phase?
April 2011
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found poetry: when parents text edition
whenparentstext:
MOM: I have a pineapple. Not sure if Its Swe3t yet. Do You want me T o Cut it or Give it to you whole.
this is the next this.
March 2011
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Homage to Rrose Sélavy
by Frank O’Hara
Towards you like amphibious airplanes peacocks and pigeons seem to scoot! First thing in the morning your two eyes are shining with all night’s funny stories and every time you sit down during the day someone drops a bunch of rubies on your lap. When I see you in the drugstore or bar I gape as if you were a champagne fountain and when you tell me how your days and nights seem...
February 2011
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Gabrielle Calvocoressi is my favorite right now.
At Last the New Arriving
Like the horn you played in Catholic school the city will open its mouth and cry
out. Don’t worry ‘bout nothing. Don’t mean no thing. It will leave you stunned
as a fighter with his eyes swelled shut who’s told he won the whole damn purse.
It will feel better than any floor that’s risen up to meet you. It will rise
like Easter bread, golden and familiar in your...
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January 2011
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December 2010
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July 2010
2 posts
stayheavystaycool:
Harlem - “Beautiful and Very...
June 2010
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May 2010
4 posts
secondbalcony:
If I relied on the internet for gaging what’s deplorable to humans I would come with a list that goes: genocide, rape, liking things people can guess that you like, murder.
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something I should probably be over by now:
cutting my hair with the first pair of scissors i see (including those of the 1” Swiss Army Knife variety) because I am:
drunk
no longer interested in studying
particularly enraged by societal gender norms/heteronormativity
1&3, that is, “After this shot, I’m gonna go destabilize the gender binary guys WOOOO!”
trying to fix my last impulsive haircut— through...
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cork is more twee than i realized
A few weeks ago, I got to see Paul Muldoon read from his new book, Plan B, at this old warehouse in Cork. There were forty or fifty people there in the sparse room, and it was almost comical — the calculated quirk with which they dressed, women with bright blue corduroy jackets and maroon floor-length skirts, messenger bags embroidered with swallows, men in their forties with blazers and...
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March 2010
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“Animal” by Miike Snow, the best...
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things I love because they brim with possibilities
boxes
the start of summer vacation
New Year’s Eve
envelopes
the fronts of postcards
airports
roads
February 2010
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Another sparse and lovely one.
Love Comes Quietly by Robert Creeley Love comes quietly, finally, drops about me, on me, in the old ways. What did I know thinking myself able to go alone all the way.
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I love Billy Collins.
I met this guy from Limerick at a poetry reading a couple weeks ago. Last night we exchanged books— I gave him “Consider the Lobster” by David Foster Wallace and he gave me “Ballistics” by Billy Collins. This poem had me chortling to myself in the pub like I was already four pints deep.
Tension By Billy Collins
“Never use the word suddenly just to create...
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I Feel Horrible. She Doesn't
I Feel Horrible. She Doesn’t by Richard Brautigan
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around the house like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
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“Run to Your Grave” by the Mae...
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IRELAND, IN LISTS: PART TWO
most common pick up lines:
Ya don’t smoke, do ya?
Do ya have a fag?
landmarks, visual
St. Finbarre’s Cathedral
the River Lee
the only meals i make myself:
one piece of toast covered in butter-like spread, honey, and a sliced banana
one egg, poached in tomato sauce, served on one slice of toast
one fried egg, half a can of beans, toast
two eggs, scrambled, and shitloads of cayenne...
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“Atlantic City” by Bruce Springsteen
...
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IRELAND, IN LISTS: PART ONE
things I bought two days ago:
milk
Tesco-brand honey in a glass bottle
a used copy of The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen
things that are inexplicably difficult to find:
running shorts
contact lens solution
most common questions asked when I say I go to school in California:
Do you know Arnold Schwarzenegger?
Have you met any celebrities?
Is it really like The Hills/Laguna...
January 2010
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December 2009
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give me populist poetry or give me nothing
Prof of Profs By Geoffrey Brock
For Allison Hogge, in memory of Brian Wilkie
I was a math major—fond of all things rational. It was the first day of my first poetry class. The prof, with the air of a priest at Latin mass, told us that we could “make great poetry personal,
could own it, since poetry we memorize sings inside us always. By way of illustration he began reciting Shelley with...
July 2009
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