Thursday, December 18, 2014

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

The plays of Gertrude Stein

were either never intended to be performed as plays,

(using the script form as a different framework to construct poetry)

or are complete and utter bullshit.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

contact

There are moments when it occurs to you that you need a hug. There are many others when it doesn't, though you still need the embrace.

hu-mans are weerd.

Friday, December 12, 2014

"Eine Verabredung" - Barbara Morganstern

Wheelie

I just realized/remembered that I dreamed I was riding a unicycle within the past couple nights/days.

Someone there was encouraging. I believe it was the honorable Bill Montgomery.

(no, you likely don't know him, but I do)

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

I never imagined

sitting outside on the boat at night amid lightly flurried snow in the hurried darkness of almost-winter night

with a visibility so low as to virtually hide the mile of construction that is the Verrazano and the millions of people that is Brooklyn

could be this pleasant.

Quiet.

Beautiful, even.

Tuesday, December 09, 2014

Object Recognition

(while taking pictures in the open storage area at Brooklyn Museum)

Lady with group of 3 others: Excuse me, have you been on the fourth floor?

Me: Yeah

Lady: What's down there?

Me: an architecture/design exhibit - models of home interiors from NY in the 19th century

Lady: Oh, that's sounds good. Thank you.

Me: Your welcome

Lady: (walking away)...wichyo fine self...

Me: ...(smirk)




Thursday, November 27, 2014

Trustfalls

Mister Lies

dear snow,


Please: STOP IT.

Signed,

People Who Want to Put the Cylinder Jug and Head Back on Their 18yr Old Bike Before Staring at It Trying to Decide How They're Going to Get the Cams Back to the Correct Timing and Kicking Themselves for not Leaving the Crank at R/T Before Taking It All Apart

Saturday, November 01, 2014

Skill

Today I saw a seagull practicing its hang gliding. I wonder if it was having fun.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

A lie

is a curse...

A curse broken only with the truth.

The longer the duration the lie has existed,
the more insistent one must be with the truth.

A lie is a cancer.
The truth is a healer.

Lower your pride,
raise your voice.

Beckon, "send me a healer!

Lord, send me a healer..."

Sunday, October 12, 2014

"When I die..

...you better second-line."




(kermitruffins)

Senility

I just put an empty mug in the microwave on high for 1 minute, 15 seconds.

(sigh)

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