Monday, April 28, 2008

Tear It Down

by Jack Gilbert

We find out the heart only by dismantling what
the heart knows. By redefining the morning,
we find a morning that comes just after darkness.
We can break through marriage into marriage.
By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond
affection and wade mouth-deep into love.
We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.
But going back toward childhood will not help.
The village is not better than Pittsburgh.
Only Pittsburgh is more than Pittsburgh.
Rome is better than Rome in the same way the sound
of raccoon tongues licking the inside walls
of the garbage tub is more than the stir
of them in the muck of the garbage. Love is not
enough. We die and are put into the earth forever.
We should insist while there is still time. We must
eat through the wildness of her sweet body already
in our bed to reach the body within the body.
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A dear friend of mine who is currently heartbroken was looking for recommendations and to my joy, she took one of mine and just finished Blankets and is absolutely in love. My personal unbiased opinion, of course, is that it is both the perfect in love and out of love graphic novel, illustrated literary fiction for this whatever generation. I just sent her too many links, to new poets I've discovered (Ruth Ellen Kocher), to Craig Thompson's ever-inspiring blog. I've finished two assignments far earlier than usual and am starting a third. Feeling good, feeling loved.

Soundtrack: Yael Naim - New Soul

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Tale

Experimental Story for LTWR 100: Short Fiction


Turned In:


Drawings from the second page clipped from an article about the Clayton Brothers. I will probably redo it when I have more time and draw my own faces. Please do not be mad at me. I did not know.

Soundtrack: X - Los Angeles

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

I hope this can change


Why is it so difficult to address sexism in the activist community? I've thought a lot since Rishi made the comment about the greenactivist and SAACtivist divide, and I think I've figured it out. I like OEOJ and the other CSEJ coalition folks, but the reason it won't work is because without a strong discussion of the underlying and overt oppressions, avoidance of race, gender, sexuality, it's going to fall apart. There's no understanding and without understanding there can be no deep connection.

If we're not friends first, what is the point of community building? Without community and collectivity, there can be no social justice. It's not a career, as Dean Spade said, it's an unpaid lifelong passion. If you are an activist, you have to do it because you can't stand the unfairness and injustices, you are concerned with seeing a widespread redistribution of well-being as close to within our lifespans as possible.

Misogyny as art

The Language

by Robert Creeley

Locate I
love you
some-
where in

teeth and
eyes, bite
it but

take care not
to hurt, you
want so

much so
little. Words
say everything.

I
love you

again,

then what
is emptiness
for. To
fill, fill.
I heard words
and words full

of holes
aching. Speech
is a mouth.

(Soundtrack: The Like - Bridge to Nowhere)

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

The Sun Never Says

by Hafiz

Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth,
"You owe Me."

Look what happens with
A love like that,
It lights the Whole Sky.


(April is National Poetry Month.)

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Boat of Stars

by Li Ch'ing-Chao

Spring after spring, I sat before my mirror. Now I tire of braiding plum buds in my hair. I've gone another year without you, shuddering with each letter - Since you've gone, even wine has lost its flavor. I wept until it was autumn, my thoughts going south besides you. Even the gates of Heaven are nearer to me now than you.
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I have new work and I'm taking an art class. The problem is my lack of digital transfer ability. Please wait on me.