haven't written in so long. 3 days ago, however, i got inspired...
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I'd be waiting for you lady
all day, emerald lady:
can't wait to undress you,
break you up,
put my fingers
all over you.
Let me lay you down lady,
I'll do you anywhere,
on the counter, the table,
over some books.
I'd roll you up,
stuffed 'til you can't take
any more, then when I feel
like I'm gonna explode
there's a SPARK and
we go to the
next level together
we feel good firing
each other up
yah I take you on
you take me on
I'd take my sweet time witcha
you feel good in my hands
put my mouth on ya
sweet lady there's no one
else baby the whole world
fades away behind the smoke.
behind us,
a trail of red glass eyes.
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NOLA REALLY TAUGHT ME THIS.
Takin' it easy
is body rolling downhill
eating $3 cupcakes
walking
sidewalks
sunny day
throbbing technicolor LIFE
full bloom
long Southern branches
looming over
graceful shadows
the very Dixie essence
of hitching a ride
real quick like
to God
BE CAREFUL
BE WARY OF ONES
WHO OFFER YOU KOOL-AID
FOOD IN SPACE TUBES
so you take it easy
take it easy
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
a short story about giving.
"things just have to be simpler," bea said. for the longest time she was holding on, but decided it was time to give it up. "it wont be like giving up on it, but rather just giving things i hold on to up to the universe. my control freak days are over."
right then and there, under the spray of sunlight and the wavy blades of grass tickling the curves of her sides, she decided on letting go. no longer would she be a slave to anxiety, but rather to embrace the unknown and be secure in the fact that she will be okay no matter what. why? because the universe loves her. because the universe loves everyone. the cosmic energy is love. in order to create, sometimes there must be destruction. flowers erupt out of the rubble, burst out from between the cracks and through the pile of debris. love rises above. she too will rise above. like a phoenix.
nola is big on phoenixes.
right then and there, under the spray of sunlight and the wavy blades of grass tickling the curves of her sides, she decided on letting go. no longer would she be a slave to anxiety, but rather to embrace the unknown and be secure in the fact that she will be okay no matter what. why? because the universe loves her. because the universe loves everyone. the cosmic energy is love. in order to create, sometimes there must be destruction. flowers erupt out of the rubble, burst out from between the cracks and through the pile of debris. love rises above. she too will rise above. like a phoenix.
nola is big on phoenixes.
Today's poem of the day from the Writer's Almanac
was a good one. I wanted to post it especially because Tennessee Williams lived here in NOLA--and hung out particularly in the building that is now my gelato shop in the Quarter.
Life Story
by Tennessee Williams
After you've been to bed together for the first time,
without the advantage or disadvantage of any prior acquaintance,
the other party very often says to you,
Tell me about yourself, I want to know all about you,
what's your story? And you think maybe they really and truly do
sincerely want to know your life story, and so you light up
a cigarette and begin to tell it to them, the two of you
lying together in completely relaxed positions
like a pair of rag dolls a bored child dropped on a bed.
You tell them your story, or as much of your story
as time or a fair degree of prudence allows, and they say,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, until the oh
is just an audible breath, and then of course
there's some interruption. Slow room service comes up
with a bowl of melting ice cubes, or one of you rises to pee
and gaze at himself with mild astonishment in the bathroom mirror.
And then, the first thing you know, before you've had time
to pick up where you left off with your enthralling life story,
they're telling you their life story, exactly as they'd intended to all
along,
and you're saying, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, the vowel at last becoming
no more than an audible sigh,
as the elevator, halfway down the corridor and a turn to the left,
draws one last, long, deep breath of exhaustion
and stops breathing forever. Then?
Well, one of you falls asleep
and the other one does likewise with a lighted cigarette in his mouth,
and that's how people burn to death in hotel rooms.
"Life Story" by Tennessee Williams, from The Collected Poems of Tennessee Williams. © New Directions, 2002. Reprinted with permission (buy now)
Life Story
by Tennessee Williams
After you've been to bed together for the first time,
without the advantage or disadvantage of any prior acquaintance,
the other party very often says to you,
Tell me about yourself, I want to know all about you,
what's your story? And you think maybe they really and truly do
sincerely want to know your life story, and so you light up
a cigarette and begin to tell it to them, the two of you
lying together in completely relaxed positions
like a pair of rag dolls a bored child dropped on a bed.
You tell them your story, or as much of your story
as time or a fair degree of prudence allows, and they say,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, until the oh
is just an audible breath, and then of course
there's some interruption. Slow room service comes up
with a bowl of melting ice cubes, or one of you rises to pee
and gaze at himself with mild astonishment in the bathroom mirror.
And then, the first thing you know, before you've had time
to pick up where you left off with your enthralling life story,
they're telling you their life story, exactly as they'd intended to all
along,
and you're saying, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, the vowel at last becoming
no more than an audible sigh,
as the elevator, halfway down the corridor and a turn to the left,
draws one last, long, deep breath of exhaustion
and stops breathing forever. Then?
Well, one of you falls asleep
and the other one does likewise with a lighted cigarette in his mouth,
and that's how people burn to death in hotel rooms.
"Life Story" by Tennessee Williams, from The Collected Poems of Tennessee Williams. © New Directions, 2002. Reprinted with permission (buy now)
poem about the lady who asked me about the statue of jesus, after she bought gelato.
and in all
her holiness
she couldn't find
the napkins.
her holiness
she couldn't find
the napkins.
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
My first art show in NOLA...
All the Cohen kids are really excited. I am too. Clay made this flyer, it looks perfect.
All who are free to check it out, should...
Monday, April 06, 2009
friday was my birthday
Now I am poised to meditate on my future. Zelda (dog) woke me up, and now there's no turning back. Just as well; I can use this time to think about myself...
I have been seriously troubled by the fact that I don't know what Future Paula looks like, what she is doing, etc. All I can think about is the present. I am consumed by the present moment. Is this because that's how I got myself here in the first place?
Then a writer comes along
and writes it all down
for the generations to come...
so none will forget
the hard work done,
the battles lost and won...
The sun is shining bright. There is a breeze but not as windy as it was before. I am sitting in a city that is more alive than any other city I've been in. I feel blessed and torn up at the same time.
I am away from my loved ones; I am not. I am nervous about the future, I am not. Sometimes I am excited, and then suddenly change to sad. Why is tihs? Why can't I seem to settle on one emotion?
I have been seriously troubled by the fact that I don't know what Future Paula looks like, what she is doing, etc. All I can think about is the present. I am consumed by the present moment. Is this because that's how I got myself here in the first place?
Then a writer comes along
and writes it all down
for the generations to come...
so none will forget
the hard work done,
the battles lost and won...
The sun is shining bright. There is a breeze but not as windy as it was before. I am sitting in a city that is more alive than any other city I've been in. I feel blessed and torn up at the same time.
I am away from my loved ones; I am not. I am nervous about the future, I am not. Sometimes I am excited, and then suddenly change to sad. Why is tihs? Why can't I seem to settle on one emotion?
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