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KULTO MULTO
12 October 2010 @ 09:25 pm
17 November 2009 @ 09:41 pm
we lovingly wrestled each other out of what would have been separate { and therefore mediocre } lives
16 November 2009 @ 08:45 pm
it's my fault i am left out but it's not my fault i feel left out
when i say whatever it means everything
when i say whatever it means everything
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
the price of being a wolf is loneliness
11 November 2009 @ 11:40 pm
before the semestral break began, i had about five hundred pages from four different library books photocopied so i could read them for my thesis. i returned the books to the library and zoomed right through sem break, reading about three or so essays amongst those pages.
fast forward to today: the library's being renovated in order to celebrate the university's 150th year upon this earth, and is therefore incapable of lending out books for the next two weeks. the first draft of my thesis is due in four weeks. my readings are missing. so is my cellphone, for that matter, but at this point i don't exactly know how it's supposed to help me
and you all wonder why i'm incommunicado?
goddamn
p.s. fuck you new library; even if you were furnished in platinum and velvet you wouldn't be worth all the shit you're putting me through
fast forward to today: the library's being renovated in order to celebrate the university's 150th year upon this earth, and is therefore incapable of lending out books for the next two weeks. the first draft of my thesis is due in four weeks. my readings are missing. so is my cellphone, for that matter, but at this point i don't exactly know how it's supposed to help me
and you all wonder why i'm incommunicado?
goddamn
p.s. fuck you new library; even if you were furnished in platinum and velvet you wouldn't be worth all the shit you're putting me through
11 November 2009 @ 10:35 am
"litshit na naman 'to e!"
back to school thesis-terrified
10 November 2009 @ 11:55 pm
The Love Cook
Ron Padgett
Let me cook you some dinner.
Sit down and take off your shoes
and socks and in fact the rest
of your clothes, have a daiquiri,
turn on some music and dance
around the house, inside and out,
it’s night and the neighbors
are sleeping, those dolts, and
the stars are shining bright,
and I’ve got the burners lit
for you, you hungry thing.
that being weakly said: i wish i filled you enough
so you don't have to go looking for more.
09 November 2009 @ 10:17 pm
07 November 2009 @ 10:15 am
lost my phone again last night. pretty pissed about that.
--
so i went out and biked this morning for the first time since the Week of the Great Water & found myself coasting wildly down a golden hill, two dogs & a garbage truck giving merry chase, while cat stevens crooned in my ears that morning has broken, praise with elation, praise every morning
yes, mine was the sunlight, mine the morning, mine the mangy dogs lolling tongues & all; mine the furious pedaling toward exhaustion's joy. mine all men's losses & all men's gains, the empty pockets, the full & heavy heart pushing me on & on down the hill --
--
so i went out and biked this morning for the first time since the Week of the Great Water & found myself coasting wildly down a golden hill, two dogs & a garbage truck giving merry chase, while cat stevens crooned in my ears that morning has broken, praise with elation, praise every morning
yes, mine was the sunlight, mine the morning, mine the mangy dogs lolling tongues & all; mine the furious pedaling toward exhaustion's joy. mine all men's losses & all men's gains, the empty pockets, the full & heavy heart pushing me on & on down the hill --
04 November 2009 @ 05:20 pm
the lovely aussy of mary moon productions asked me to contribute to this month's round of playlist hour at magnet katipunan & without further ado1 -- here is an hour & a half of
I Wake Up Sad at 2am
& iTunes is On, Playing This Song
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warmest_corner; members-only
BUT WAIT: in danger of cockblocking my own playlist hour; this is happening tonight (!) november 4, 7 - 9:30pm so if any of you are in the area, do drop by, say hi. have also prepared 40min and 50min versions in case i bore anyone to tears. this post will go public post-playlist hour. ☮
I Wake Up Sad at 2am
& iTunes is On, Playing This Song
1 temper trap - sweet disposition
2 the acorn - do you not yearn, at all?
3 sonic youth - unwind
4 yoav - where is my mind? [pixies]
5 the microphones - i felt your shape
6 someone still loves you boris yeltsin - house fire
7 alias + tarsier - dr. c
8 beirut - my night with the prostitute from marseille
9 her space holiday - japanese gum
10 el perro del mar - change of heart
11 jeff buckley - opened once
12 kevin shields - are you awake?
13 ang bandang shirley - bahay kubo
14 cody chestnutt - 5 on a joyride
15 smashing pumpkins - try try try
16 brainsalad - mula sa langit
17 gotye - night drive
18 sufjan stevens - predatory wasp of the palisades
19 little dragon - no love
20 the radio dept - your father
21 ohbijou - st francis
22 memphis - in the cinema alone
up for download at
warmest_corner; members-onlyBUT WAIT: in danger of cockblocking my own playlist hour; this is happening tonight (!) november 4, 7 - 9:30pm so if any of you are in the area, do drop by, say hi. have also prepared 40min and 50min versions in case i bore anyone to tears. this post will go public post-playlist hour. ☮
04 November 2009 @ 02:15 pm
Kuroshio Sea - 2nd largest aquarium tank in the world - (song is Please don't go by Barcelona) from Jon Rawlinson on Vimeo.
barcelona - please don't go
3:10 onward
from macky; i miss you like i miss the sea
01 November 2009 @ 04:45 pm
30 October 2009 @ 03:35 am
A horse walks into a bar where Walt Whitman and Ezra Pound are drinking.
BARTENDER (to horse): Why the long face?
WHITMAN (to everyone): I, too, am a horse.
POUND (to Whitman): Shut the fuck up.
terrible poetry jokes
(i dig mcsweeney's)
27 October 2009 @ 11:00 pm
Scylla |ˈsilə| Greek Mythology
a female sea monster who devoured sailors
when they tried to navigate the narrow channel
between her cave and the whirlpool Charybdis.
In later legend Scylla was a dangerous rock,
located on the Italian side of the Strait of Messina.
boy i knew i was going to be demonized but
ffffuck you.
25 October 2009 @ 12:55 pm
my ex girlfriend
--
http://softfloors.wordpress.com
my poems
--
p.s. i caught up with one and not the other.
15 October 2009 @ 08:58 am
little sister throwing a fit because the woman who comes around to do our laundry thrice a week has yet to get to the batch that contains little sister's new super-skinny tailored jeans. fails to remember woman-who-does-our-laundry has been doing our laundry day after day post-flood in an effort to salvage said clothing. fails to remember her own skinny jeans are safe in her closet, and not soaked in mud or lost forever. i tell her to shut up and if she wants something done she should do it herself goddamnit. i fail to remember our laundrywoman's name.
11 October 2009 @ 09:35 pm
04 October 2009 @ 11:55 pm
Swing
All poems to ex-lovers begin, one way or another, with
I should not be thinking of you. Or, if you’re lucky,
I am glad you are dead. This one begins by pointing
that out. Now that the unpleasant is out of the way,
set in front of you and as quickly whisked away, see
how you are already beginning to forget — I must say
I walked twenty aisles in the world’s largest department
store looking for the soap you use, I must say nobody
dances like you do, and when you cut your hair short
I felt like crying. You remind me of the grade school
playground swing, not because you’re any fun or
particularly bright, but I would like to dangle my legs
from you and keep pushing toward the sky. Once
you offered me a blade of grass, when we were lying
down in a field full of blades of grass, and I took it,
that particular blade of grass, and made it whistle.
To repeat that look of pleasure on your face, to find
and hold in my hands the smell of you on a cold day,
I am not one for forgetting, as you swing lazily between
anger and erotica in my mind, toes brushing the garden,
face pointed toward the light. I am glad you are dead,
you told me. And I said, I should not be thinking of you.
- today on soft floors
( ... )
03 October 2009 @ 10:45 pm