this day to day business
I never understood the simple things,
such as the way of the world.
So I settled for bits of knowledge.
How to sew a button or climb a tree.
I read voraciously, hoping for clues,
but the philosophers were all too
tied up in the way of the world.
Who cares for little things..
I make coffee in the morning,
button my shirt smartly, [...]
lovers in the city
I fall in love every morning,
And am heartbroken by noon.
Not having learned to be careful,
I keep the most delicate parts of me exposed.
It isn’t exhibitionism that drives me,
I simply don’t know other ways of being.
repetition*
Those without stories are preordained to repeat them,
I saw once in the stars.
. . . . . . . . . . Unclear who underwrote that,
But since then I’ve seen it everywhere
I’ve looked, staggering
Noon light and night’s meridian wandering wide and the single sky.
And here it is in the meadow grass, a brutish script.
We [...]
this is where we live
This Is Where We Live from 4th Estate on Vimeo.
i’m back
Back to NYC, maybe both literally and figuratively, blogging without the wine haze. Back from babyville and the threat of sudden suburban domestication.
Maybe it was all the recent life changes that made me as impressionable as an adolescent school girl (all the more reason to not fraternize with people under the age of four), but I’m [...]
so this is christmas
I’m home, which has been strangely wonderful. Strange because my mother is missing from the picture… and I feel for better or worse, it’s OUR (my brothet and i) Christmas. We made a whole big dinner, two pies, a cake, and chocolate chip, oatmeal and raisin cookies. There are presents under the tree, despite our [...]
winter memories
Maybe because I’ve wriiten so much about summer or maybe it just stems from trying to conjur up a few things to love about New York winters, which I always find a bit difficult and trying. I started thinking back to my first winter here and by association, my first holiday season, not so much [...]
the pumpkin guy
He sits in a small musty room behind the exhibit that smells like sweat and despiration. We talk for five minutes and I feel held hostage, despite the fact that he’s very nice. The right side of his face is slightly limp, like that of a stroke victim and his watermelon carving of frida kahlo [...]
act
“When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. A week is more than [...]
goodbye to all that
I’ve recently met a new and interesting character, living quite literally on the other side of the world, over discussions about youth and city living. She directed me to Joan Didion’s essay “Goodbye to All That” which I’ve excerpted here, not the best or most striking portion but the part I related to the most. [...]
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