Tuesday, February 11
24 hours (almost) away from home:
i left my house at 2330hrs last night, deflected
from paces to pitt. nice air
to walk in, brisk, winter, night, but
the black ice was pandemic and it
is treacherous - on a night like this, falling
could be catching (as on
some weekends, according
to a new theory: that one
can measure
the partihardiness
of a weekend by
the number of people on
crutches sunday morning) and
i decided that i was stupid,
because when i got there (there was no
there) there was sleeping so i couldn't listen to the radio,
couldn't talk out loud, could only read (a roommate
has arms, a roommate
is not tall) but stupidity aside that's ok because
reading is what i had to do. and somehow
it got late and
so i slept. and i didn't get up early either, but i did get up
to read some more, check my voice leading, print out
all 7pp, 1.5 space of ling040 assignment 3, and take
the first of the day's two
repasts with my favorite
denizen of the small room, (prompting her
to insert bookmark and look
up), which turned out to be
breakfast after all, considering
the linid-inspired hummus sandwich i spent my 4th
or 5th batch of points in between
cont[act] imp[rov] and cont[entious] imp[licatures]
classes. those plus music 12 plus piano lesson (hooray for
new beethoven variations) plus repast no.2 plus godard plus rehearsal =
the precisely fitted blocks of my daytime. and now i'm home,
24 hours later, tuned to the undeniably ewen-campenish
moth in the incubator and about to get
back to nietzsche. by the way
you might mistake this for
an attempt at poetry but no
it's just a blogger entry with
line breaks (ask rebecca
about those). i don't even know
whose style i was mimicing
but damn it's clichéd don't
you think? enough of this.
oh and i don't care what
mr. smarmy pitchfork
says; these are some of
the sweetest love-lyrics
i've heard in a long time:
i am thinking it's a sign
that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly
aligned/i
have to speculate
that god himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the
clay
i left my house at 2330hrs last night, deflected
from paces to pitt. nice air
to walk in, brisk, winter, night, but
the black ice was pandemic and it
is treacherous - on a night like this, falling
could be catching (as on
some weekends, according
to a new theory: that one
can measure
the partihardiness
of a weekend by
the number of people on
crutches sunday morning) and
i decided that i was stupid,
because when i got there (there was no
there) there was sleeping so i couldn't listen to the radio,
couldn't talk out loud, could only read (a roommate
has arms, a roommate
is not tall) but stupidity aside that's ok because
reading is what i had to do. and somehow
it got late and
so i slept. and i didn't get up early either, but i did get up
to read some more, check my voice leading, print out
all 7pp, 1.5 space of ling040 assignment 3, and take
the first of the day's two
repasts with my favorite
denizen of the small room, (prompting her
to insert bookmark and look
up), which turned out to be
breakfast after all, considering
the linid-inspired hummus sandwich i spent my 4th
or 5th batch of points in between
cont[act] imp[rov] and cont[entious] imp[licatures]
classes. those plus music 12 plus piano lesson (hooray for
new beethoven variations) plus repast no.2 plus godard plus rehearsal =
the precisely fitted blocks of my daytime. and now i'm home,
24 hours later, tuned to the undeniably ewen-campenish
moth in the incubator and about to get
back to nietzsche. by the way
you might mistake this for
an attempt at poetry but no
it's just a blogger entry with
line breaks (ask rebecca
about those). i don't even know
whose style i was mimicing
but damn it's clichéd don't
you think? enough of this.
oh and i don't care what
mr. smarmy pitchfork
says; these are some of
the sweetest love-lyrics
i've heard in a long time:
i am thinking it's a sign
that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly
aligned/i
have to speculate
that god himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the
clay
