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dogpoetprayers: November 2008
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008. Today I found a poem I wrote, I'm not sure who it is about or when it is from, and it is not very good. I hold no illusions about it but, I share it here because I think the end captures a particular honesty that relates to the project at hand. We are sailing around the room. On the wings of our bad dancing,. What i love the most. Is getting so comfortable around someone. To our favorite songs. Head bang to the beat. Our stomachs make weird. Space ship sounds w/o our control.
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dogpoetprayers: Semester update #1
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Tuesday, April 7, 2009. I listened to a 1996 broadcast of "This American Life" this afternoon while doing the dishes. You can listen to it here: link. The subject of the show was obsessions, compulsions and rituals in many forms. The first interview is with a woman obsessed with the number two, the number guides her life. Drop the keys once? Drop them again. Set the alarm at for 8:02am, never 8:01. She says, "I was clued in enough to know that people would think it would be kind of weird.". We have come ...
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dogpoetprayers: Secret weird feelings
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Tuesday, February 3, 2009. Well, Donta,. I've promised myself not to call you anymore. At least, not until after you call me first. So, do you miss me yet? I keep telling myself, you know, I didn't ask for this. You're the one who said hello first. Not me. It was not until today that I realized that you are busy. I mean, you told me that you have a lot of responsibilities, that you are heavily involved in school and work and clubs, but busy? Qtd in Fred W. McDarrah in Beat Down To Your Soul. I guess I've...
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dogpoetprayers: September 2009
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Monday, September 21, 2009. Letters not sent, #1. I've been thinking a lot about why I've found it so difficult to untether myself from standard relationship terminology ("relationship," "partner," "primary," "lover," etc) when, in spite of the language we choose, we relate to each other in a very particular, honest and tender sort of way. So why do I crave labels? What do they mean to me? Shakespeare asked in 1594, "What's in a name? And I am still wrestling with the same question. The Court of Miracles.
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dogpoetprayers: Letters not sent, #1
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Monday, September 21, 2009. Letters not sent, #1. I've been thinking a lot about why I've found it so difficult to untether myself from standard relationship terminology ("relationship," "partner," "primary," "lover," etc) when, in spite of the language we choose, we relate to each other in a very particular, honest and tender sort of way. So why do I crave labels? What do they mean to me? Shakespeare asked in 1594, "What's in a name? And I am still wrestling with the same question. The Court of Miracles.
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dogpoetprayers: April 2009
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Tuesday, April 7, 2009. I listened to a 1996 broadcast of "This American Life" this afternoon while doing the dishes. You can listen to it here: link. The subject of the show was obsessions, compulsions and rituals in many forms. The first interview is with a woman obsessed with the number two, the number guides her life. Drop the keys once? Drop them again. Set the alarm at for 8:02am, never 8:01. She says, "I was clued in enough to know that people would think it would be kind of weird.". We have come ...
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dogpoetprayers: March 2009
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Tuesday, March 17, 2009. About Face: a feminist weapon. It's been really difficult this semester to intervene in hot and amped up discussions in class. At the graduate level, students have joyfully abandoned the hierarchical and regulatory power (? Upon recognizing this face, people will begin to stumble and comment on what's going on with those furrowed eyes and eyebrows. "What? You look like you have something to say.". Don't you ever take a breath? Works on bad dates, too. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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dogpoetprayers: Holding My Breath
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Tuesday, January 6, 2009. I went to New York City. I saw Josiah and then I saw Clayton later that same day. We made out under a security camera in the game room of a dorm on 96th Street while employees were giving tours of the facilities and I thought more than once, "who am I? I told Vegan Liz that I needed guidance. I said, I am definitely going to see him so what I need to know is how I can see him and sustain the least amount of emotional damage. She said to me:. So where do I go from here? It took m...
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dogpoetprayers: Goodbye, Alexandria
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Thursday, December 31, 2009. Right before I met up with Jim, my best friend texted me this final warning: "If you fall in love he will dick you over." When asked for details he revealed Jim's reputation for not returning calls and his proclivity to disappear all together. I replied, "Oh, that's all? I can handle that. I've been through that a hundred times." And so I walked casually, even cavalierly, into the fire. Was it for me, to resist being silenced? Was it for you, to make you understand? Your fort...
