"Time"
the tick has come my dear
to tell the tock of us
sit settle simmer shine
your eyes they silent observe
the hands are leaving
the footsteps leaving
must the calling clock always call
but darling it is so
misleading
to take ticking tocking true
I am here it is clear
to those who hear
and wish to tenderly
sigh sob swimming dying
by giving themselves away
the mermaids, the black woods
an errant path is showing
and off in the celestial bureaucracy
He waits knowing.
Trial and error slightly
denied the way I'm breaking into
JD, Capote, Fitzgerald
a dream in sepia
you reach without a word
through words calling
through the tick tocking
and the clocking
a face always stares
seaweed stares
from aquamarine eyes
that resonate from the seafoam
and the sirens screaming
luring us and echoing
resounding around the sound
while leaves cracking and
closing call quietly for a silent God
crunching echoes footsteps
leaves dry brown
breath smoke steams
streams water laps
enjoy cold air
clouds out and in
time slow goes
mittens cold hands
scarves neck warm
three one words
water whispers beneath
the grey veil of air moving
invisible mazes neurons fire
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
My next argument for Phil 334
If pirates are better than ninjas then they will meet more of the revised criteria for awesomeness than ninjas.
Some definitions:
Pirate - One who commits piracy by engaging in robbery, pillaging, or plundering at sea.
Ninja -A spy and/or assassin in feudal Japan.
Cool – Adjective meaning excellent; first-rate.
Awesomeness – Noun meaning the quality of being very impressive.
P1 – Wearing all black is cool.
A.Ninjas wear all black due to the need for stealth.
B.Pirates can''''t wear black because it is bleached out by the sun.
C. Wearing black is part of the revised criteria for awesomeness.
P2 – The habit of having a parrot on your shoulder is cool.
A.Ninjas generally do not have parrots. There are no parrots in Japan.
B.Pirates have a tradition of wearing parrots on their shoulders.
C.Having a parrot on your shoulder is part of the revised criteria for awesomeness.
P3 – Having your own refined fighting style is cool.
A.Ninjas know Kung F u. Kung Fu is a refined fighting style.
B.Pirates have little or no refinement in their fighting style.
C.Having a refined fighting style is a part of the revised criteria for awesomeness.
P4 – Being a profession that has been personified by Jackie Chan is cool.
A.Ninjas have been personified by Jackie Chan.
a. see Rush Hour, Mr. Nice Guy; Shenghai Knights.
B.Pirates have not been personified by Jackie Chan.
C.Being a profession that has been personified by Jackie Chan is a part of the revised criteria for awesomeness.
P5 – Drinking Rum is cool.
A.Ninjas do not drink rum. It deadens their reflexes.
B.Pirates drink copious amounts of rum. Yo ho.
C.Drinking rum is a part of the revised criteria for awesomeness.
Pirates meet two of the revised criteria for awesomeness. Ninjas meet three of the revised criteria for awesomeness. Three is more than two so Ninjas are better than pirates.
Some definitions:
Pirate - One who commits piracy by engaging in robbery, pillaging, or plundering at sea.
Ninja -A spy and/or assassin in feudal Japan.
Cool – Adjective meaning excellent; first-rate.
Awesomeness – Noun meaning the quality of being very impressive.
P1 – Wearing all black is cool.
A.Ninjas wear all black due to the need for stealth.
B.Pirates can''''t wear black because it is bleached out by the sun.
C. Wearing black is part of the revised criteria for awesomeness.
P2 – The habit of having a parrot on your shoulder is cool.
A.Ninjas generally do not have parrots. There are no parrots in Japan.
B.Pirates have a tradition of wearing parrots on their shoulders.
C.Having a parrot on your shoulder is part of the revised criteria for awesomeness.
P3 – Having your own refined fighting style is cool.
A.Ninjas know Kung F u. Kung Fu is a refined fighting style.
B.Pirates have little or no refinement in their fighting style.
C.Having a refined fighting style is a part of the revised criteria for awesomeness.
P4 – Being a profession that has been personified by Jackie Chan is cool.
A.Ninjas have been personified by Jackie Chan.
a. see Rush Hour, Mr. Nice Guy; Shenghai Knights.
B.Pirates have not been personified by Jackie Chan.
C.Being a profession that has been personified by Jackie Chan is a part of the revised criteria for awesomeness.
P5 – Drinking Rum is cool.
A.Ninjas do not drink rum. It deadens their reflexes.
B.Pirates drink copious amounts of rum. Yo ho.
C.Drinking rum is a part of the revised criteria for awesomeness.
Pirates meet two of the revised criteria for awesomeness. Ninjas meet three of the revised criteria for awesomeness. Three is more than two so Ninjas are better than pirates.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
My Agrument for Phil 334
If pirates are better than ninjas then they will meet more of the criteria for awesomeness than ninjas.
Some definitions:
Pirate - One who commits piracy by engaging in robbery, pillaging, or plundering at sea.
Ninja -A spy and/or assassin in feudal Japan.
Cool – Adjective meaning excellent; first-rate.
Awesomeness – Noun meaning the quality of being very impressive.
P1- Ships equipped with cannons are cool.
A. Ninjas do not have ships equipped with cannons.
B. Pirates do have ships equipped with cannons.
C. Ships equipped with cannons are part of the criteria for awesomeness.
P2- Kitana swords are cool.
A. Ninjas have kitana swords.
B. Pirates do not have kitana swords.
C. Kitana swords are part of the criteria for awesomeness.
P3- The absence of a moral code is cool.
A. Ninjas must adhere to a strict moral code detailed by their feudal lord.
B. Pirates do not have to adhere to a moral code.
C. The absence of a moral code is part of the criteria for awesomeness.
P4- Autonomy is cool.
A.Ninjas are not autonomous. They are employed by their feudal lords.
B.Pirate crews are autonomous. They are sworn only loosely to their captains.
C.Autonomy is part of the criteria for awesomeness.
P5- Being a profession that has been personified by Johnny Depp is cool.
A.Ninjas have not been personified by Johnny Depp.
B.Pirates have been personified by Johnny Depp.
C.Being a profession that has been personified by Johnny Depp is part of the criteria for awesomeness.
P6- The ability to be stealthy is cool.
A.Ninjas have the ability to be stealthy.
B.Pirates do not usually have the ability to be stealthy.
C.The ability to be stealthy is part of the criteria for awesomeness.
Pirates meet four requirements of the criteria for awesomeness. Ninjas meet two requirement of the criteria for awesomeness. Four is more than two so pirates are better than ninjas.
Some definitions:
Pirate - One who commits piracy by engaging in robbery, pillaging, or plundering at sea.
Ninja -A spy and/or assassin in feudal Japan.
Cool – Adjective meaning excellent; first-rate.
Awesomeness – Noun meaning the quality of being very impressive.
P1- Ships equipped with cannons are cool.
A. Ninjas do not have ships equipped with cannons.
B. Pirates do have ships equipped with cannons.
C. Ships equipped with cannons are part of the criteria for awesomeness.
P2- Kitana swords are cool.
A. Ninjas have kitana swords.
B. Pirates do not have kitana swords.
C. Kitana swords are part of the criteria for awesomeness.
P3- The absence of a moral code is cool.
A. Ninjas must adhere to a strict moral code detailed by their feudal lord.
B. Pirates do not have to adhere to a moral code.
C. The absence of a moral code is part of the criteria for awesomeness.
P4- Autonomy is cool.
A.Ninjas are not autonomous. They are employed by their feudal lords.
B.Pirate crews are autonomous. They are sworn only loosely to their captains.
C.Autonomy is part of the criteria for awesomeness.
P5- Being a profession that has been personified by Johnny Depp is cool.
A.Ninjas have not been personified by Johnny Depp.
B.Pirates have been personified by Johnny Depp.
C.Being a profession that has been personified by Johnny Depp is part of the criteria for awesomeness.
P6- The ability to be stealthy is cool.
A.Ninjas have the ability to be stealthy.
B.Pirates do not usually have the ability to be stealthy.
C.The ability to be stealthy is part of the criteria for awesomeness.
Pirates meet four requirements of the criteria for awesomeness. Ninjas meet two requirement of the criteria for awesomeness. Four is more than two so pirates are better than ninjas.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
From "ThePassion" by Jeanette Winterson
"Lovers are not at their best when it matters. Mouths dry up, palms sweat, coversation flags and all the time the heart is threatening to fly from the body once and for all. Lovers have been known to have heart attacks. Lovers drink too much from nervousness and cannot perform. They eat too little and faint during their fervently wished consummation. They do not stroke the favoured cat and their face paint comes loose. This is not all. Whatever you have set store by, your dress, your dinner, your poetry, will go wrong."
Monday, October 30, 2006
Saturday, October 28, 2006
"Hear" Inspired by a wall at Starbucks
Rain was shining on the pavement making the sky and ground blend together in a dark hue. i walked on my keys jingling inaudible melodies from where they hung between my fingertips. my breath escaped my lips in vanishing trails of mist that climbed upward to where the sky should have been. it vanished before it could reach its destination. it was late. i didn't quite know how late it was but it was after the hour that the the bus service between freshman parking and campus had ceased. that didn't matter. i needed the prolonged walk to analyze my thoughts. i had spun them in my head like an eight legged rubix cube. my thoughts seemed to chase each other often with no clear distinction between where one ended and another began. like the vanishing mist of my breath - they were infinite but fleeting. there was comfort in that. my web would accompany me home. it was the best company i could have asked for because all
Her soul to the sad strumming of a six stringed instrument. we didn't hear. isn't it funny how little we hear? sometimes we don't hear things even if we're listening. a little girl reading a book telling her mother she didn't need to be tucked in. please mommy hold me. two scared and glistening blue eyes telling him i loved him enough to let him go. why can't i be enough for you. an empty church with a silent crucifix. why can't God save me. now two words play themselves over and over in my mind. Like this. Like this. they spin like rings around a Rosie but that world already came falling down. my breath goes in and out. beneath my skin oxygen is being given to millions of cells - all a part of me i'll never see. oxygen carbon dioxide cardio respiratory veins truth lungs hydrogen - all ink to the words that make up who i am. isn't it funny how everything begins with something smaller than itself. letters make words make sentences make paragraphs make chapters
My thoughts kept straying back to you. the way your green eyes seemed iradescent behind the lenses that frame your world. two green windos set in a nice house behind the most spectacular and full rose garden i'd ever seen. i'll see you tomorrow. what time. four-ish. awesome. meet outside the willy c. amazing how much of our time is spent at the williams center. we met there. i'd just come from an interview and strayed for some tea. i sat with the dark angel. you walked in and joined us. what a trinity we made. chai tea, green tea with honey, black coffee. you were half a stranger - a face i knew but hand no name for. i searched for a where a when a how but i could find none in my memory. it didn't matter. i knew you without knowing you. chai tea, green tea with honey, black coffee. red. blue. black. what a trio we made. we sat and exchanged verbs and nouns and points of view between sips of hot liquid while behind us a woman closed her eyes tightly and bared
Make novels make me. what makes this weather so cold. my fingers are begnning to numb and the metal that makes my kyes had been made cold by the dark air. it's late. i don't quite know how late but it was after the hour that the bus service between freshman parking and campus had ceased. the hair on the back of my neck prickled with the slight wind. your hair is always in some state of disarray. it reminds me of the universe and how everything is entropy. at least that's what my chemistry teacher said. did i hear? chai tea. four-ish. i can do that. green tea with honey. we'll meet at the willy c. black coffee. your side or mine. mine. the carbon dioxide escaping my lungs through the doorway of my lips trails upward toward where the sky would have been. the lines of smoke grey tangle themselves in each other before they dissipate. my thoughts seemed to chase each other often with no clear distinction between where one ended and another began. i say this. i shout this. LIKE THIS. like this. but maybe my words make nothing. it matters. do you hear?
Her soul to the sad strumming of a six stringed instrument. we didn't hear. isn't it funny how little we hear? sometimes we don't hear things even if we're listening. a little girl reading a book telling her mother she didn't need to be tucked in. please mommy hold me. two scared and glistening blue eyes telling him i loved him enough to let him go. why can't i be enough for you. an empty church with a silent crucifix. why can't God save me. now two words play themselves over and over in my mind. Like this. Like this. they spin like rings around a Rosie but that world already came falling down. my breath goes in and out. beneath my skin oxygen is being given to millions of cells - all a part of me i'll never see. oxygen carbon dioxide cardio respiratory veins truth lungs hydrogen - all ink to the words that make up who i am. isn't it funny how everything begins with something smaller than itself. letters make words make sentences make paragraphs make chapters
My thoughts kept straying back to you. the way your green eyes seemed iradescent behind the lenses that frame your world. two green windos set in a nice house behind the most spectacular and full rose garden i'd ever seen. i'll see you tomorrow. what time. four-ish. awesome. meet outside the willy c. amazing how much of our time is spent at the williams center. we met there. i'd just come from an interview and strayed for some tea. i sat with the dark angel. you walked in and joined us. what a trinity we made. chai tea, green tea with honey, black coffee. you were half a stranger - a face i knew but hand no name for. i searched for a where a when a how but i could find none in my memory. it didn't matter. i knew you without knowing you. chai tea, green tea with honey, black coffee. red. blue. black. what a trio we made. we sat and exchanged verbs and nouns and points of view between sips of hot liquid while behind us a woman closed her eyes tightly and bared
Make novels make me. what makes this weather so cold. my fingers are begnning to numb and the metal that makes my kyes had been made cold by the dark air. it's late. i don't quite know how late but it was after the hour that the bus service between freshman parking and campus had ceased. the hair on the back of my neck prickled with the slight wind. your hair is always in some state of disarray. it reminds me of the universe and how everything is entropy. at least that's what my chemistry teacher said. did i hear? chai tea. four-ish. i can do that. green tea with honey. we'll meet at the willy c. black coffee. your side or mine. mine. the carbon dioxide escaping my lungs through the doorway of my lips trails upward toward where the sky would have been. the lines of smoke grey tangle themselves in each other before they dissipate. my thoughts seemed to chase each other often with no clear distinction between where one ended and another began. i say this. i shout this. LIKE THIS. like this. but maybe my words make nothing. it matters. do you hear?
Monday, October 23, 2006
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Zombie Poem
There is dirt on my hands
There is dirt in my mouth
There is dirt on pants
There is dirt in my shoes
There is dirt all over me
But I'm biting you
There is blood on my hands
There is blood in my mouth
There is blood on my pants
There is blood in your hair
But your head is in my mouth
There is dirt in my mouth
There is dirt on pants
There is dirt in my shoes
There is dirt all over me
But I'm biting you
There is blood on my hands
There is blood in my mouth
There is blood on my pants
There is blood in your hair
But your head is in my mouth
Monday, October 16, 2006
Colin Meloy, 'eh? I see that.
" The Darklings "
In a quiet little town
beyond the cobblestone streets
where trees whisper the only sound
is the place where the Darklings meet
the Darklings dance in circles round
fire hot red bright and orange
their bare feet beat the muddy ground
while their familiars hunt and forage
adorned only in what they've found
patches of skin covered in leaves
and grass entwined in the brown
of their unruly hair weaves
sticks and mosses create a crown
tonight they are the queens of freaks
Darklings, they cry, the echoes abound
bouncing off the rocks and the trees
In a quiet little town
though the hour is black and late
the people pace and shiver
the Darklings, the fear, keeps them awake.
In a quiet little town
beyond the cobblestone streets
where trees whisper the only sound
is the place where the Darklings meet
the Darklings dance in circles round
fire hot red bright and orange
their bare feet beat the muddy ground
while their familiars hunt and forage
adorned only in what they've found
patches of skin covered in leaves
and grass entwined in the brown
of their unruly hair weaves
sticks and mosses create a crown
tonight they are the queens of freaks
Darklings, they cry, the echoes abound
bouncing off the rocks and the trees
In a quiet little town
though the hour is black and late
the people pace and shiver
the Darklings, the fear, keeps them awake.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
This is closer to sexy.
You're early she cooed with black lined
eyes, inviting me politely
beneath the yellow lamplight
pavement dark and slick with rain shined
as the lamp post sputtered brightly
An icy wind began blowing
so I pulled my collar closer
and she placed her lips by my ear
You're looking awfully fetching
and I believe I've got what you're after
Dirty dollars I gave her
and back to the brothel we went
above a smoky bar she bared
herself, her soiled dress
under the earthy bed we had shared
Unexpectedly she cried out,
her body went suddenly limp
her skin was still warm as I took
my hands from round her rosy throat
and from her still hands I recovered
the dollars I'd spent.
eyes, inviting me politely
beneath the yellow lamplight
pavement dark and slick with rain shined
as the lamp post sputtered brightly
An icy wind began blowing
so I pulled my collar closer
and she placed her lips by my ear
You're looking awfully fetching
and I believe I've got what you're after
Dirty dollars I gave her
and back to the brothel we went
above a smoky bar she bared
herself, her soiled dress
under the earthy bed we had shared
Unexpectedly she cried out,
her body went suddenly limp
her skin was still warm as I took
my hands from round her rosy throat
and from her still hands I recovered
the dollars I'd spent.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Based on a true story
"Amende Honorable"
Horses braying smoke streaming
steaming smoke out of their nostrils
chains are clanging crying hostile
rusty metal red shining
groans out in the black dark evening
One beast bound to each leg, each arm
whips cracking and lashing skin
torn from the bone the breast lay open
sulfuric lead boiled buried within
the torn flesh bleeds and in subtle alarm
Demains raises his bloodied head
have you anything to say
his eyes take in the gore but never look away
No sir, he determined said
No sir, quietly defiant.
The horses strain and pull the chains
muscles gleam with blood and dust
mud browns and dulls what the king cursed
Demains the regicide remains
add two horses and maim again
Have you anything to say
No sir, he determined replied
Nothing escaped his red lips
as they sawed his limbs away
and he bloodied and unbroken died.
Horses braying smoke streaming
steaming smoke out of their nostrils
chains are clanging crying hostile
rusty metal red shining
groans out in the black dark evening
One beast bound to each leg, each arm
whips cracking and lashing skin
torn from the bone the breast lay open
sulfuric lead boiled buried within
the torn flesh bleeds and in subtle alarm
Demains raises his bloodied head
have you anything to say
his eyes take in the gore but never look away
No sir, he determined said
No sir, quietly defiant.
The horses strain and pull the chains
muscles gleam with blood and dust
mud browns and dulls what the king cursed
Demains the regicide remains
add two horses and maim again
Have you anything to say
No sir, he determined replied
Nothing escaped his red lips
as they sawed his limbs away
and he bloodied and unbroken died.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
toying with rhyme scheme and meter.
little girl with eyes so blue
why do you chase the wind so?
it slips between your fingertips
races ahead in the snow.
your cheeks are red with the cold
tendrils of smoke you exhale
chill under your windowsill
snuggle in the blankets pale
blue layer of comfort warm
little boots make rivers wet
adjacent to the door frame
oh child you are the regret
of summer. the sun wishes
it had kissed your pale cheeks
brown yet the wind so kisses
creully red your delicate cheeks
little girl with eyes so blue
why do you chase the wind so?
it whips harshly across your lips
and stings your skin with the snow.
why do you chase the wind so?
it slips between your fingertips
races ahead in the snow.
your cheeks are red with the cold
tendrils of smoke you exhale
chill under your windowsill
snuggle in the blankets pale
blue layer of comfort warm
little boots make rivers wet
adjacent to the door frame
oh child you are the regret
of summer. the sun wishes
it had kissed your pale cheeks
brown yet the wind so kisses
creully red your delicate cheeks
little girl with eyes so blue
why do you chase the wind so?
it whips harshly across your lips
and stings your skin with the snow.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Shitty poetry (what a shock?)
Becoming slowly what would seem
forever a step ahead
I called to you and what came
resounding back
echoes upon sound waves
sine waves upon fractals
you care
you love
me
but that's an illusion
smoke and mirrors and particles
dancing in the infared spectrum that makes up
my consciousness
Can I believe what I feel to be true?
I intuit a completely different level
than what you lead me to believe
yet I feel it
and I wish it
but aspirations and musings
have left me empty
gaping void desiring the slightest inclination of hope
but I see it
and I feel it
when I look into your baby blue view
please
s'il vous plait
don't leave me behind
where darkness and emptiness wait
I came expecting nothing
and I will leave empty handed
gladly
because I have stood in your shadow
at least through your specter I glimpsed the outline
of the corona
of what
could be
that is, if you could even
imagine
what would it be like
if you truly reciprocated me
forever a step ahead
I called to you and what came
resounding back
echoes upon sound waves
sine waves upon fractals
you care
you love
me
but that's an illusion
smoke and mirrors and particles
dancing in the infared spectrum that makes up
my consciousness
Can I believe what I feel to be true?
I intuit a completely different level
than what you lead me to believe
yet I feel it
and I wish it
but aspirations and musings
have left me empty
gaping void desiring the slightest inclination of hope
but I see it
and I feel it
when I look into your baby blue view
please
s'il vous plait
don't leave me behind
where darkness and emptiness wait
I came expecting nothing
and I will leave empty handed
gladly
because I have stood in your shadow
at least through your specter I glimpsed the outline
of the corona
of what
could be
that is, if you could even
imagine
what would it be like
if you truly reciprocated me
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
"You can talk about anything, April. For hours. Can't you?"
- Nick
"This is April, she suffers from too much personality" - Matt Vercant
"Any drink, any gender, anywhere, anytime. That's her philosophy!" - Sean Lewis
"When April speaks, she takes a very long time to tell a story. And very deliberately, we always get there" - Professor Tim
- Nick
"This is April, she suffers from too much personality" - Matt Vercant
"Any drink, any gender, anywhere, anytime. That's her philosophy!" - Sean Lewis
"When April speaks, she takes a very long time to tell a story. And very deliberately, we always get there" - Professor Tim
remind you of this
wanted to say something
but the words wouldn't come
I thought about the times we had
when you and I were young.
We laid under the stars and told each other
that we'd be lovers
forever.
I don't know what you were thinking
when those words escaped your lips
but I meant it.
but the words wouldn't come
I thought about the times we had
when you and I were young.
We laid under the stars and told each other
that we'd be lovers
forever.
I don't know what you were thinking
when those words escaped your lips
but I meant it.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
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