distribution
of light,
the architect: 2012
Rabbit Light
In light of rabbit mess,
we will keep reading.
Roland
He runs and he poops and he sits in it and he picks the pieces with his teeth.
dance music
Gotta little boom in my big truck
gonna open up the doors and turn it up
gonna stomp my boots in the Georgia mud…
Project country music.
memorial day.
sing for the dead, it is 85 degrees in the desert.
easter
The year of the rabbit, the holiday of the rabbit.
Dyed some eggs. Fried some zucchini.
The more I read of Just Kids, the worse it gets.
Triple T truckstop, teeth optional. Can stay the night
or purchase a blue scrotum to hang from back bumper.
[electric blanket deserves an Ode]
My aesthetics are off: palm trees, stucco….and the weather calls for a fireplace.
Arizona, why are you so cold right now?
Reading the original desperate housewife (a claim on the inside cover) Madame Bovary and Woolf’s Orlando. Both a bit boring, as well as struggling through too much Harold Bloom.
A sunrise here is worth waking up to see-an event!
Visitors soon.
reading list
Reading the Memoirs of Hadrian, fascinated so far, but I am certain I will lose interest in the book.
Plato’s Symposium was fascinating because I had no idea Socrates and his Greek philosopher friends were so into little boys.
Must finish Don Quixote. Must finish Don Quixote.
Valentine making underway.
Rabbit eating my copy of A Lover’s Discourse…
Sunsets of Arizona are a gift, as is this “winter” weather. It calls for reading outside. Finished the Gurlesque anthology and a chapbook of poems by Catherine Wagner.
candy bacon
apologies to the sweet pigs who were fed a vegetarian diet, killed “humanely” and allowed “free range” and then ended up smothered in brown sugar…
Reading John D’Agata’s Halls of Fame. Over it already.
Enjoying watching old Nikolais dance videos. Totally trippy, and I’m intrigued. Biographies over Christmas break—a guilty must.
Warm sunny days in Arizona are nice when it is snowing in Tennessee.
Almost the end of the semester. Deepstep…
looking glass
Brandi, you’re a fine girl, what a good wife you would be….
Cheesy music is good for Sundays. Finished Kundera, Barthes, and Bill Bryson’s book on the history of private life.
I smell like a potato.
Tennessee fall sounds good. I could use the sight of falling leaves.
I’m tired of people vomiting.
Cold weather has arrived. It is nice to wear pants.
