because the world is round it turns me on because the world is round. h,ah,ah
because the wind is high it blows my mind because the wind
is high. h,ah,ah
In the major upcoming motion picture Pirates vs Aliens, i'm an alien, an earth alien is what i like to think?
I'm from Chicago and i've got south side pride. Been living in san francisco since '03. This place is beautiful, but i also have big skies in my head and i'm moved by many landscapes.
I believe in beauty and creativity. I'm a little uncomfortable speaking in generalities, using the written word this way, but if i wrote otherwise i would probably write a lot that was non-sensical to going on a date. and contradict myself. ha.
I get carried away. I like to make rhythms on my djembe. I meditate sometimes and do Reiki sometimes. I'm a lover. Music moves me. as does kindness. I can stay up all night drawing. I'm real into philosophy and fascinated by language, thought, perception. I dance around a lot and in life. i'm not too cool for school.
p.s. i loaded the okc app on thee ol' telesmartphone and everytime i check running apps okc.is.always.running. so just in case: nose, i don't spend my days & nights on this site!
i'll tell you a secret though, i can be sort of mutable, the INTP thing. i mirror, i can't help it. kids are really comfortable around me. airheads or people that like to be manipulated or spun are not because i don't really do that.
Joyce Carol Oates (the time traveler, a sentimental education, & where is here?), The Centaur, The bluest eye, Faulkner the sound and fury esp, Sontag, Deleuze, Lorca, Frank O'hara, Bellow, Zen Mind Beginner's Mind, Baldwin, Muesil's posthumous papers of a living author, The Secret life of Plants, Bergson, Guillevic, Chatwin, Lucky Jim, Blood Meridian. Planet Earth, Passion of Joan of Arc, Spaceballs, Wings of Desire, Ashes of Time, Woman in the Dunes, Khadak, White Diamond, Blood Wedding, My Architect. Raising Arizona, Dreams, Blue, 2001. Herzog, Teshigahara, Wong Kar-wai. Aphex, Otis, Bach, BoC, RH, Ella, Massive Attack, Mag Fields, Yo La, Bjork, Shostakovich, Rautavaara, Flaming lips, Talking heads, early Dead Prez, Dig Planets. Jazz & Blues, bosa nova, live funk.
with music, anything i can dance to really, or what makes my head go tingly! I like to lose myself here
I'm a pescatarian. but really easy, i enjoy just about everything if it isn't served in chains. & i sweat for indian.
One day, quietly, with no warning, she said, "Will you hold me?"
And so he did, of course. His arms around her in an embrace that fitted his body to hers. Kissing her hair, eyelids, tip of nose. Asking, "Did something go wrong? Did you have a scare?"
She seems not to have heard, her arms around him tight, tight.
Feeling against her cheek the comforting scratchiness of the wool sweater she'd knitted him years ago. When they were newly lovers.
Minutes passed. How very odd. He felt her trembling -- a deep subterranean shuttering. He asked,
"You didn't have an accident with your car, did you?" And,
"Did someone threaten you?" And, "What is it?"
Still she made no reply. Gripping him close.
So he was having difficulty breathing. So his heartbeat quickened, as if in the presence of danger.
He said, "Darling, please, I love you - what is it?"
He tried gently to push her away from him, just a bit, so that he could see her face. For, suddenly, it seemed to him he could not recall her face.
But she was holding him tight, tight.
Saying, almost inaudibly, so that he felt rather than heard her words, "Just hold me."
"Yes, but -- what is it?"
How many minutes of this embrace could he endure? Five? Ten? Sixty? One thousand? He said, bravely, "Yes. I'm here."
Outside, an unexpected rain pelted against the windows -- or was that sunshine? That sudden glare?
joyce carol oates
from, where is here
...swarms/love/animal becoming/awe/let's build it
after ranier maria at cole cafe
Everywhere i look i've drawn spider webs
to catch beating hearts out of the air,
between all of our objects, eruptions
exceeding themselves as i had under
the lamplight and under the falling bells.
this parking meter, this tree, this table
this tire overflowing into space. No...
space is where i let my webs to catch
plane wrecks in mid-air. look the fly's
wound heart still beats. a tiny mouth
opens and closes.
Pigeons, walk with me into
the waves, this city doesn't want us, the
sky has other ideas. Your wheels turn
over our lives but has anyone ever seen,
and thanked you? even the lonely braced
upon the wind forgot your soul-gifts.
tender rooftops, won't you quiet down
and walk with me? i've got a cure for your
twisted foot and twisted wing. our
retreat will be majestic. we'll leave
little houses to mark the way home.
South into Jersey on I-95, rain and
windshield wipers and someone you love asleep
in the seat beside you, light on all sides
like teeth winking and that smell like baking
bread gone wrong, and you want
to die it's so beautiful-
you love the enormous trucks floating in spray
and the tall smokestacks rimmed with flame
and this hammering in your head,
this magnet drawing what's deepest
in you you can't name
except to know it's there.
.Joyce Carol Oates
Have you forgotten what we were like then
when we were still first rate
and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth
it's no use worrying about Time
but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves
and turned some sharp corners
the whole pasture looked like our meal
we didn't need speedometers
we could manage cocktails out of ice and water
I wouldn't want to be faster
or greener than now if you were with me O you
were the best of all my days
Poppies in October
Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambukance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly-
A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky
Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.
O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.
i don't mean to
seem like i care
about material things
like a social stats
i just want 4 walls
and adobe slats
for my girls