the failure of the family

Mon, 07 Jul 2008 23:43:32 GMT

thanks to anyone who subscribed to this journal and used to read my writing, i use this journal now, and post my writing and quotes i love love love sometimes in endiings. i am working on a zine with 21 short pieces about love which will be done in august if you're interested!

Sun, 03 Jun 2007 03:30:34 GMT

marilyn chin - rhapsody in plain yellow

Say:
I love you, I love you, I love you, no matter
your race, your sex, your color. Say:
The world is round and the arctic cold.
Say: I shall kiss the rondure of your soul's
living marl. Say: he is beautiful,
serenly beautiful, yet, only ephemerally so.
Say: Her Majesty combs her long black hair for hours.
Say: O rainbows, in his eyes, rainbows.
Say: O frills and fronds, I know you
Mr. Snail Consciousness,
O foot plodding the underside of leaves.
Say: I am nothing without you, nothing,
Ms. Lookeast, Ms. Lookeast,
without you, I am utterly empty.
Say: the small throat of sorrow.
Say: China and France, China and France.
Say: Beauty and loss, the dross of centuries.
Say: Nothing in their feudal antechamber
shall relinquish us of our beauty-
Say: Mimosa - this is not a marriage song (epithalamion).
Say: when I was a young girl in Hong Kong
a prince came on a horse, I believe it was a piebald.
O dead prince dead dead prince who paid for my ardor.
Say: O foot O ague O warbling oratorio...
Say: Darling, use "love" only as a transitive verb
for the first forty years of your life.
Say: I have felt this before, it's soft, human.
Say: my love is a fragile concertina.
Say: you always love them in the beginning,
then, you take them to slaughter.
O her coarse whispers O her soft bangs.
By their withers, they are emblazoned dopplegangers.
Say: beauty and terror, beauty and terror.
Say: the house is filled with perfume,
dancing sonatinas and pungent flowers.
Say: houses filled with combs combs combs
and the mistress' wan ankles.
Say: embrace the An Lu Shan ascendancy
and the fantastical diaspora of tears.
Say: down blue margins
my inky love runs. Tearfully,
tearfully, the pearl concubine runs.
There is a tear in his left eye - sadness or debris?
Say: reverence to her, reverence to her.
Say: I am a very small boy, a very small boy,
I am a teeny weeny little boy
who yearns to be punished.
Say, I can't live without you
Head Mistress, Head Mistress,
I am a little lamb, a consenting lamb,
I am a sheep without his fold.
Say: God does not exist and hell is other people -
and Mabel, can't we get out of this hotel?
Say: Gregor Samsa - someone in Tuscaloosa
thinks you're magnifico, she will kiss
your battered cheek, embrace your broken skull.
Is the apple half eaten or half whole?
Suddenly, he moves within me, how do I know
that he is not death, in death there is

certain // caesura.

Say: there is poetry in his body, poetry
in his body, yes, say:
this dead love, this dead love,
this dead, dead love, this lovely death,
this white percale, white of hell, of heavenly shale.
Centerfolia...say: kiss her sweet lips.
Say: what rhymes with "flower":
"bower," "shower," "power"?
I am that yellow girl, that famished yellow girl
from the first world.
Say: I don't give a shit about nothing
'xcept my cat, your cock and poetry.
Say: a refuge between sleeping and dying.
Say: to Maui to Maui to Maui
creeps in his pretty pompadour.
Day to day, her milk of human kindness
ran dry; I shall die of jejune jejune la lune la lune.
Say: a beleaguered soldier, a fine arse had he.
Say: I have seen the small men of my generation
rabid, discrete, hysterical, lilliput, naked.
Say: Friday is okay; we'll have fish.
Say: Friday is not okay; he shall die
of the measles near the bay.
Say: Friday, just another savage
day until Saturday, the true Sabbath, when they shall
finally stay. Say:
Sojourner
Truth.

Say: I am dismayed by your cloying promiscuousness
and fawning attitude.
Say: amaduofu, amaduofu.
Say: he put cumin and tarragon in his stew.
Say: he's the last wave of French Algerian Jews.
He's a cousin of Helene Cixous, twice removed.
Say: he recites the lost autobiography of Camus.
Say: I am a professor from the University of Stupidity,
I cashed my welfare check and felt good.
I saw your mama crossing the bridge of magpies
up on the faded hillock with the Lame Ox -
Your father was conspicuously absent.
Admit that you loved your mother,
that you killed your father to marry your mother.
Suddenly, my terrible childhood made sense.
Say: beauty and truth, beauty and truth,
all ye need to know on earth all ye need to know.
Say: I was boogying down, boogying down
Victoria Peak Way and a slip-of-a-boy climbed off his ox;
he importuned me for a kiss, a tiny one
on his cankered lip.
Say: O celebrator O celebrant
of a blessed life, say:
false fleeting hopes
Say: despair, despair, despair.
Say: Chinawoman, I am a contradicition in terms:
I embody frugality and ecstasy.
Friday Wong died on a Tuesday,
O how he loved his lambs.
He was lost in their sheepfold.
Say: another mai tai before your death.
Another measure another murmur before your last breath.
Another boyfried, Italianesque.
Say: Save. Exit.
Say: I am the sentence which shall at last elude her.
Oh, the hell of heaven's girth, a low mound from here...
Say:
Oh, a mother's vision of the emerald hills draws down her brows.
Say: A brush of jade, a jasper plow furrow.
Say: ####00000xxxxx!!!!

Contemplate thangs cerebral spiritual open stuff reality
by definition lack any spatial extension
we occupy no space and are not measurable
we do not move undulate are not in perpetual motion
where for example is thinking in the head? in my vulva?

whereas in my female lack of penis? Physical
thangs spatial extensions mathematically measurable
preternaturally possible lack bestial vegetable consciousness
lack happiness lackluster lack chutzpah lack love

Say: A scentless camellia bush bloodied the afternoon.
Fuck this line, can you really believe this?
When did I become the master of suburban bliss?
With whose tongue were we born?
The language of the masters is the language of the aggressors.
We've studied their cadence carefully -
enrolled in a class to improve our accent.
Meanwhile, they hover over, waiting for us to stumble...
to drop an article, mispronounce an R.
Say: softly, softly, the silent gunboats glide.
O onerous sibilants, O onomatopoetic glibness.
Say:
How could we write poetry in a time like this?
A discipline that makes much ado about so little?
Willfully laconic, deceptively disguised as a love poem.

Say:
Your engorging dict-
atorial flesh
grazed mine.

Would you have loved me more if I were black?
Would I have loved you more if you were white?
And you, relentless Sinophile,
holding my long hair, my frayed dreams.

My turn to objectify you.
I, the lunatic, the lover, the poet,
the face of an orphan static with flies,
the scourge of the old world,
which reminds us - it ain't all randy dandy
in the new kingdom.

Say rebuke descry

Hills and canyons, robbed by sun, leave us nothing.

{me reading}

Mon, 15 Jan 2007 17:28:15 GMT

all my bones need to be re-laid, like bricks to a house thats crumbled inside itself

Tue, 05 Dec 2006 01:26:42 GMT

kenneth pitchford:

(things that keep you up at night)

Mon, 13 Nov 2006 03:51:26 GMT

rooms that have never been entered, rooms covered in dust,
rooms with a great divide, rooms so quiet they fall apart,
rooms without windows, rooms without doors, rooms without
views, rooms without hope, rooms without space to breathe,
rooms like bridges you have to cross, rooms like burdens
you have to bear, hospital rooms, living rooms, rooms you can't
return to, rooms like graveyards, rooms you have to build the
courage to enter, rooms that die of loneliness like people
people like empty houses, people like ships that sink
in storms, people like mountains that crumble to pieces,
people like fires that burn down the town, people you will never
meet, people like planes that cannot land, people like towers that
fall to the ground, people with no direction, people with no directions,
people like waves that crash over your head, people who don't understand,
people who don't listen, people who are never listened to,
people with hearts that break like glass,
hearts like weeds that takeover yards, hearts like planes
that crash and have no survivors, hearts like knives, like shotguns,
rifles, hearts that kill, hearts versus sticks and stones, hearts
with scars, hearts cut in half and broken by lovers, hearts with no
blood, hearts with no beat, hearts like ships that never leave port,
hearts like ships that get lost at sea, hearts like swinging doors, hearts
like one way streets, hearts like empty beds,
hearts that die of hunger

Thu, 09 Nov 2006 01:34:12 GMT

what if your mother and father never fell in love,
never made love, never collided and collapsed into one
another? do you think i would realize that you
were missing? wake up at night screaming, "charlie!
charlie!" and look around to find you not beside me,
and then spend the rest of the night restless,
wondering who is charlie? and why do i want him so?

what if we both quit school to study the geography of each others bodies?

what if we moved to a city where the living dead lived,
and we could have tea with my great-great grandmother,
and when she said "what i miss most is my heart," we
could fly to paris and dig up my great-great grandfathers
bones, and bring him to her doorstep, and he would cry
out, "geneviève! geneviève! ouvrez cette porte!"
and she would cry, and hold, and kiss, and mumble,
"mon coeur, mon coeur."

Tue, 07 Nov 2006 04:41:33 GMT

let's talk about geography, let's talk about the distance
between, let's talk about undefined space and the places we've
never been before but dreamed of so many times over, let's talk
about this need to leave our minds and bodies, let's talk about
the pain, let's talk about our hearts, lets talk about my heart is
yours okay, let's talk about bodies drained of blood and color,
let's talk about chirology, let's talk about the grooves of your
hands and the stories they ache to tell, let's talk about reading palms,
lets talk about the steep curve of your love line and the ends of
your life line, lets talk about i'm sorry, let's talk about i
didn't mean it okay, let's talk about i didn't mean to say that okay,
let's talk about full moons and werewolfs, let's talk about i love you,
let's talk about i love you more than i love him so why don't you
love me at all, let's talk about the weather and lightning bolts,
let's talk about folkloristics, dioptrics, praxeology, escapology,
dysteleology, etymology, hamartiology, kymatology, histology, ideogeny,
kinematics, thaumatology, hydrokinetics, odontology, endemiology,
lets talk about it's your last day on earth so aren't you going to
make love to me, let's talk about all these the maps in my mind and on
the walls, let's talk about x marks the spot, let's talk about
malekula, nauru, san marino, serbia and montenegro, botswana,
let's talk about decadence and decay, let's talk about i love you more,
let's talk about i will always love you more okay