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Mood: The Usual

we always come back.

I'm still alive.

...Created 2010-07-22 11:48:53

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Mood: The Usual

It took me about 15 minutes to remember my username, and then another 10 to remember my password.

I've missed this place.

...Created 2009-03-15 08:58:36

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Mood: The Usual

All India will ever be, fits in the palm of your hand

I should have been there that night you lay
buried in sheets
wondering how something so small
could bring a grown man to his knees.

But these things,
the tiniest mouth, nose, hands,
are anything but small
not when they were never given the chance to grow

not when they make you want
to burst into the sky
burn feet, rubber,
whatever will move faster on tarmac
to get away

outrun the moment that closes in
when she took her first breath

or each hour that followed,
where you wish you had taken pause
more often.

You force one too many painkillers
down your throat
to dull the senses
because addiction is better

anything is better

than this hurt that you cannot grasp,
that has you doubled up,
and this is the only way you know
how to make it stop.

Until you see her, carved in gold on yellow pencils
on maps, in newspapers
wishing her name had not been
so uncommon
and yet

everywhere

until you hear a cry, similar in pitch, or desperation

or until, for no apparent reason,
the sky is overcast,
and you know, the sea surrounding the rock on which she lies,
becomes angry, crashing ineffectually against stone
the water exploding into a thousand pieces

and the island stands
indifferent

to these injustices

to this,

your

loss.

...Created 2007-10-03 07:06:35

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Mood: The Usual

i have a new blog. i don't pay it much attention... leave it home alone for days on end. but sometimes I remember that it's there waiting for me and an entry materialises out of nowhere. comments on the other hand, don't..

what does it take to get people to read your blog? even if it's 'mediochre'

http://mediochre.wordpress.com/

...Created 2007-02-24 08:39:04

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Mood: disappointed

I am currently an unemployed bum.

I have all the time on my hands to write.

And I'm completely uninspired.

I thought about writing about my 3 year old nephew's prayer to God to help him find the way to Disney World.. or about this guy who's selling his love on ebay (so far he's reached $86).. or about how I shouldn't have been so sensible and gone to Amsterdam after all even if I couldn't really afford it.

And yet for some reason I don't want to write any of it down.

...Created 2006-10-03 19:07:05

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Mood: The Usual

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...Created 2006-08-17 09:17:46

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Mood: The Usual

This lack of inspiration has me revisiting old projects. I'm venturing into visual poetry once again. It would help if I knew how the heck to put a photo in my journal. But I don't. So this annoying link will have to do:

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/37869236/

...Created 2006-08-12 12:13:42

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Mood: The Usual

(temporary title for a temporary poem)

two rosaries hang
from the alabaster statue
of the virgin
next to Anna's bed

the rosaries, they sway
when the virgin
wants you to know
she is there

there is no breeze

Anna sits on her bed
drinking gin

she gets up
places the vase of red flowers
from a lover
in front of the statue
and goes back
to her side of the bed

...Created 2006-05-11 13:18:28

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Mood: Tired

"Before the series of predictable chords
completes a phrase
the songs tone moves her to sadness

she stiffens
feeling manipulated and resentful

she imagines his hand
sliding over her shoulder
beneath her hair
the back of his fingers
soft against her neck

she closes her eyes
sees that smile
and hears his voice

calling her cynical"

paul madonna
http://www.sfgate.com/columnists/madonna/

...Created 2006-04-07 20:57:52

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Mood: Too much at once...

We went from an epidemic of crazed nationalism to the daily grind in the space of one night.

Egypt won the African Cup and we celebrated with tablas and flags and dancing on tables at the Jazz Club of all places.

And the next day, we sobered up to the fact that it's mid February and we have to do a month's work in the space of 3 or 4 days.

I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

And yet I've never been happier.

...Created 2006-02-14 14:30:33