I like being productive. Writing a lot of poetry. But also been getting quite a bit done on the novel. Things are forming.
Archive for November, 2008
just a really quick music opinion.
Nov 26th, 08
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Dear Kanye West,
Folks think you’re stealing from T-Pain on 808s and Heartbreak. But really, you’re just creating an Andy Warhol version of Burial.
Thanks, though.
Love,
Me
not quite an update.
Nov 25th, 08
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Right. So. Things have been happening, but it’s all lost in the haze of run-work-write-sleep, so the blog gets left way by the wayside. I’m hoping that once the race is over (December 7th! Cheese & Rice!), I’ll get some sense of my brain back.
Basically, I’m obsessing over Elbow, writing half a page of the novel a night, and writing new poems. Singing a lot in the car on the way to work. It’s pretty disgusting all around, actually.
I’ve been looking at my old posts for my year-end wrap-up. It might even be before the New Year this year. Who knows.
Yes. Poetry. Have a bunch of stuff to post, but just this for now.
bored at work.
Nov 21st, 08
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I will write an actual post soon. But I’m trying to think of titles for the new reading that Hannah and I started on Wednesday nights at the Sunrise Coffee Co.:
Poetic Organica
Sunrise Poetry (Danna suggested this one)
Another One Bites The Mic (obligatory Queen reference)
Everyday Is Like Wednesday (obligatory Smiths reference)
Flying Words
Paranoid Poetdroid (obligatory Radiohead/Hitchiker’s reference)
A Murder Of Poets (you know, ’cause we like crows. and darkness.)
The Seldom Seen Poets (obligatory Elbow reference)
Word On The Vine (mmmm. wine.)
The Poets’ Room
Mad Poets (as in, lunacy, not, like, angry, or, like, “I’m mad fly, yo!”)
Poets’ Abbey
Why Don’t We Poet In The Road (obligatory Beatles reference)
I’m sure I could probably think of a bunch more stupid ones. Anyone got ideas?
shots.
Nov 8th, 08
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I’ve had my Andy Warhol journal for two and a half years, and I’ve only got a few pages left in it. I think that’s the longest I’ve ever taken to fill up a journal.
I think I’ll use the last few pages to write you a poem.
This isn’t the poem, though.
wow.
Nov 4th, 08
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I’m completely out of words. But I’m psyched.
Still, after this hangover is done with, we have a lot of hard work to do. A lot.
But:
things, and poetry.
Nov 2nd, 08
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Right. So I went Downtown as Shaun Of The Dead (with a real badge and everything!), and was not told I had Red On Me. Very disappointed.
Somehow we ended up at the MGM, and I lost my debit card there. But it was cancelled and I should have a new one by the end of the week.
But it made me feel all weird and lost for awhile last night. I was at Noreen’s for a birthday party, and didn’t want to ask people to buy me drinks, so I just mostly sat and watched people karaoke, and I got up on the mic a couple of times to do some Beastie Boys and some Dr. Dre. People kept asking me if I was going to sing. I don’t sing unless I’m in the car or the shower or softly with other people who can actually sing.
I should be writing right now. I’ve been writing, intermittently, over the past few weeks. Mostly poetry and the novel. I’m still struggling with working on shorts. I’ve just been feeling so overly busy with working full time and then spending my Sundays at the bar for Steeler games. It’s like I have a 6-day work week. It makes my brain mush. I spent all day at home today just to clean and get some laundry done.
Anyway. I kinda feel like I’m waiting for something. I’m not sure what that is though. Just doing my own thing to stay occupied while I wait for the winter to pass.
Speaking of winter. A new poem.
