midnight in concord by Katie and Jill
A blind digestion a naked truth,
AL GORE style like polar bears
Yellow teeth I found in my underpants
Like crust, waiting, like Mushaboom,
like pale quarter-life crises one after another.
You lose all your bank notes and forget what year - -
You find all those lost words from adolescence
Again, again, again.
It is that time again - 1 am in New Hampshire is not
2:30 in Portland, closing
times are not equalent.
We could have napped and had one another
Big, white dome like the primordial sea-change
of my youth
Al gore porn
really weird penises
not hot enough.
I’m going here for the 2012 Tinker Mountain Writers’ Workshop thanks to the amazing generosity of my boss.
I can’t believe this I’m freaking out adslkfjdsklfjsd
(Source: ginnyteacher)
I just realized Maxine Kumin lives in New Hampshire. I could have run into her on the street and not even known it.
I’m feeling pretty good about this presentation I have to make tomorrow. It helps that I absolutely love the poem. An exerpt:
Oh, Sylvia, I will never give any of them
those satisfactions:
no one will gloat over my body and say, “What a pity
she didn’t
live/
she might have been a great poet,”
no one will get the chance to be dramatic & remorseful
about not loving me enough,
they will have to prove their feelings while I’m living
or eat their own shit instead of shoveling it onto my grave
-“The Water Element Song for Sylvia” by Diane Wakoski
yay!
my poetry professor is a jerk, but i enjoy his specificity in this email he just sent out.
I think I’m getting there.
creation pieces
Maxime Kumin and Anne Sexton
all day, because I feel weird and sad and I want to escape all the papers I didn’t get to this week.
Anne Sexton, in the flesh (sort of). At the end, when she’s listening to the music, ohhh.
(Source: untidy-furrows)
