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| "What is hateful to you, do not to your fellow man. This is the law: all the rest is commentary." Talmud, Shabbat 31a. | |||
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| 06:45pm 02/12/2009 | ||||
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excited| In which Pinky is, at long last, pink again! | |||
| 09:46pm 30/11/2009 | |||
On Saturday I dyed my hair pink again, for the first time in nearly three years. I had been wanting to do it for months, and for awhile I didn't think I was going to be able to, because of my brother's wedding in June. Eventually I decided I was going to do it after all, and then have it professionally dyed brown right before the wedding. Anyway, I had, my brother, who is a photographer by avocation, take a series of photos of me outside my house beforehand, and then I got his fiancée to take a few afterwards, the next day. I've uploaded all the photos to Facebook. I'll give y'all a preview here: my favorite picture from the "before" series, and my favorite from the "after" set. Then I'll provide the link to the full Facebook album.  Pink: before and after |
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| Poem/Birthday and Thanksgiving | ||||
| 11:01pm 28/11/2009 | ||||
Drowning in the stormy subjunctive seas Flashes of past lives appear and then disintegrate Like quicksand beneath my feet. An indescribable feeling of loneliness As the last flowers of autumn die, And I exit stage left To make way for the next act Waiting in the wings. Once again I am encased by darkness But in the waning hours of my minority I escape at last from this biological conspiracy... And time is a one-way street. -- I turned 18 last Saturday. It was a fun weekend... on Friday after Drawing class I went to King Buffet with my dad. Then that night I went to a poetry reading with Justin. Afterwards, we went back to his house to pick up Nicole, and then the three of us went to a diner in his area, where my birthday began at midnight. I got home at 2:30 and got to sleep at around 3:30... got out of bed the next day at 4:30 PM. That night I went with my parents to see Avenue Q, which just moved off-broadway to New World Stages, a really neat venue. It has a very European feel to it, in the design and also in the fact that they let you take your drinks into the theater. It wasn't the funniest thing I had ever seen in my life, but it was a good time. I forget what I did on Sunday. In any case, I'm thrilled to finally be considered an adult by the law. Thanksgiving this year was at my mom's parents' in East Hampton, Long Island. It was the biggest Thanksgiving ever. There were 14 people: me, my parents, my brother Jacob, his fiancée Colleen, my grandparents, my aunt Laurie and my three cousins Caroline (and her boyfriend Adam), Kimberly and Chris, and my aunt Sue and her husband, my uncle Allen. It was fun... Thanksiving has always been my favorite holiday, because it's the only time of year that my entire family is gathered together. Then Jacob and Colleen rode back with us to Putnam Valley, and they're still here. Today he took some photos of me outside in my grey trenchcoat, grey/black scarf, and grey fedora (the last of which I got for my birthday), since it was the last time, for now, that my hair was brown/blond... but that's another story, one which I will get to in a subsequent post. |
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happy| On the Pronunciation of Years | ||||
| 08:06pm 06/11/2009 | ||||
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okay| On the Awesomeness of Queensrÿche | ||||
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optimistic| :( | ||||
| 09:22pm 27/10/2009 | ||||
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disappointed| A more ambitious poem... largely inspired by Justin's style (at the risk of being obscure) | ||||
| 05:21pm 26/10/2009 | ||||
An intergalactic metaphysical flâneur And all at once The convergence of zero and infinity Leaves you in idle despair, Wondering why there should be something Rather than nothing. The rock/quicksand dichotomy Divulges plebeian erudition Unbeknownst to the gods. Ye gods! Thine doggerel zenithbound verse Doth not know my fury. Our affiliation was purely incidental Like surreptitious footsteps in the fresh-fallen snow. And whether my angst be yet inchoate Or now mature, This embryonic development Has been documented on 35mm film, Captured in the shallow depths of the camera obscura. Through a bit of noetic legerdemain, The alethiopsuedological continuum ever beclouds: For when you glance out the window And suddenly notice that all the leaves have fallen, It's your celestial enlightenment that's been stolen For want of corporeal, carnal, geotic apprehension. |
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obscure| Haiku (R.I.P. iMac)/Poetry | |||
| 10:03pm 20/10/2009 | |||
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The corpse of a friend Metallic bits and pieces Lying at my feet. The above haiku is in memory of my 8-year-old iMac, which finally died on Thursday. Fortunately, my brother had handed me down his old G5 a couple of months ago, and it just so happened that he was in town with his fiancée for the weekend, so he set it up for me. It was no easy task; he had to reseat the hard drives and the graphics card before it would work. But now I have an awesome G5 with two monitors running Leopard. It's such an improvement from my shitty little ancient iMac. (*voice of Stewie* But it was MY shitty little ancient iMac. My shitty little ancient iMac!) -- The poetry thing is going really well. I've been talking/hanging out a lot with Justin and Nicole lately. His computer isn't working right now, but once it's back in commission he wants to print some chapbooks for me. Methinks the first one shall be called "The Passion of Anywhere;" the second "Life's Jejune Halls." Additionally, I got an email yesterday from Robert Milby, and he wants to host a special event called "Young Radical Poets of the Hudson Valley," featuring me, Justin and Chris Wheeling. It's tentatively scheduled for Sunday, November 22nd (which happens to be my first full day of being 18) at 3 PM at Half Moon Books in Kingston, NY. It sounds really awesome, and I'm honored to be included, even if I don't consider my poetry particularly radical. |
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| 09:53pm 14/10/2009 | ||||
1Serg is a boy I met a week ago at GLOW (WCC's GSA). Our relationship isn't official yet, but I have a feeling it will be soon. 2Justin is an awesome dude I met at a poetry reading in Cold Spring a few weeks back. He's a fellow poet, and just a really cool person. |
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| 06:34pm 12/10/2009 | ||||
The cycles of birth and death are turning ever faster And although each individual has the right To choose his own eschatology, One hears the echo of desperation down life's jejune halls; One gazes into the forever-cloned mirrors As they reveal the circular nature of time And one lets out a whimper, as if to ask, "How long must I wait?" |
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creative| Poem/Footnote | ||||
| 01:37pm 11/10/2009 | ||||
Fragments of infinity Lost in the membranes and folds of time A triptych of remembrance of words past Forbidden knowledge at last revealed And the irrevocable loss of something beautiful (There is nothing sadder than The irrevocable loss of something beautiful.) And this song perseverates in my head Is it all a lie? -- I still feel sad about the loss of the poem to which this poem is an ode. |
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| 03:03pm 08/10/2009 | ||||
And now, the real reason for this post... Since August, I've gotten really involved in the Hudson Valley poetry scene. I've met a bunch of new friends, including Robert Milby, the man who pretty much runs the scene (they call him "the tsar") and a really cool dude named Justin. It's been a lot of fun... it's really given me something to live for, if you know what I mean. Anyway, I spoke with Robert, and... He's making me a featured reader! I'm doing a double feature with Justin Parrinello on Thursday, December 3rd, at Noble Coffee Roasters in Campbell Hall, NY, at 7 PM. I'm really excited for it, and there's no one I'd rather do it with than him. Basically, it means that I stand up and read for 20-30 minutes before the open mic, get all my coffee/tea/desserts on the house, and split the admission/donation money with Justin. I'd ask you guys if you could make it, but of the four people whom I now know read this LJ (as discovered from my previous post) it's highly unlikely that any of you will be able to. Still, wish me luck. |
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| In which readership is determined | ||||
| 05:32pm 07/10/2009 | ||||
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curious| Poem | ||||
| 03:44pm 30/09/2009 | ||||
Walking down a quiet street at 9 o'clock on a Saturday And I was certain this night would be my last, If not by nocturnal ghosts and goblins Then perhaps by my own hand (At long last). Now I'm examining the monochromatic landscape of my bedroom And contemplating the rapidly dwindling difference Between human beings and mannequins. |
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| 12:13pm 24/09/2009 | ||||
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| 10:53pm 22/09/2009 | ||||
On Friday I was driving home from my drawing class and I rear-ended a guy at a stoplight. Turns out he was a fucking archbishop. Although actually, it seems he's the archbishop of some obscure little denomination that has one church here, one in Texas and two in Michigan. At least, that's what my dad's friend Vic says. Anyway, my dad met with him and they agreed he'd pay for the repairs, and he wouldn't report it to the insurance. On Saturday I went to the casting call for this year's haunted house. It wasn't as sure a deal as last year... last year they pretty much hired me on the spot. As I remember it, I filled out the application and then they had me fill out the tax forms. This year I didn't have to fill out an application, since I already did last year, but I also had to fill out a questionnaire and a calendar of October saying when I'd be free (which was, by the way, the entire run). One would think my chances of being hired would be pretty good, considering I worked for them last year, but I'm really worried they won't hire me. The history of my life so far has largely been one of disappointment, and why should that end now? |
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tired| Poem/LJ | ||||
| 07:29pm 06/09/2009 | ||||
If death be the ultimate mystery Then sleep is surely the penultimate. One drifts off to the sound of August crickets And the occasional burst of ether from a flitting firefly And awakens in the chilly doldrums of September. Farewell, O summer! we scatter your ashes to the four winds Farewell, dear summer, farewell. -- I've largely abandoned LiveJournal. A bunch of my friends as of late have either openly left or stopped posting... most of the posts on my fpage seem to be from either CB or RNG. As a result, I don't find it necessary to post the intimate details of my daily life to this journal any longer. I will still use it as a poetry journal, and may occasionally write about important events in my life. For instance, my brother is getting married to his girlfriend in late May/early June. But otherwise, you won't find me posting too often any more. |
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| Lyme's/Satellite | ||||
| 12:23am 09/08/2009 | ||||
1This, by the way, would explain my sickness in early July, even though I tested negative for Lyme's then. Lyme's tests are notoriously inaccurate. -- After seventeen and a half years of getting seven channels with variable reception, the DirecTV guys came on Tuesday to install satellite at my house. Not that I really watch much TV. However, I discovered that Nickelodeon airs reruns of Malcolm in the Middle every Monday through Thurdsay from 8 to 9, which makes me happy, because that's one of my favorite shows of all time. |
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bouncy| A very spontaneous poem that I wrote either very late last night or very early this morning | ||||
| 08:51pm 23/07/2009 | ||||
I. Within a late night's consciousness Drugged inspiration flows Soon will I be sedated But for now my pen bleeds out Truth not the goal Merely existence. Zoloft and caffeine: My sertralinated self contrives in song Worthy through and through Unmatched spontaneity The maternal factor up the painted stairs What did I mean? This machination shan't be unearthed Except perhaps by some poor lost soul In the wee hours of his own dream Perpetuating this cycle yet again: I inherited it from a certain man Whose venom lies in a scarlet pool Within my inner sanctum. II. MTG: a monogram He has feet of clay His treachery only revealed By him who would unearth it Yet it is his past loinsmate Who is my current love Not Cupid's love But another kind altogether Yet it is beautiful. III. The paternal factor down the hall And up: My partner in vim Until now. I am alone And it is beautiful, And and and And yet yet Yet and yet And then I will escape, And/yet Escape and then return To do it all again. My quill is running dry And so I must retire, This quixotic episode complete At the count of ten, One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine TEN. |
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