1.30.2010

the brinking point!

the literary agencies called my parents
and I got in trouble
and I liked it there

I gave myself a daring haircut
like I'd always thought was suiting for the brinking point of something dramatic

I did all the dramatic things
like running the wrong way on an escalator
ripping a letter to shreds

breaking a plate on the table
wiping a booger on glass

my friends finally emailed
they said, "how are you"
and "what is new"
I watched them get pushed back and back into older pages

there have been so many businesses I have almost made
bright, floppy businesses
that one might run fervently, lazily, obscenely easily

tvs look so ominous!
the internet waves on fire

I bought the bad shiny magazines
I was addicted to school!

the jobs bounced off me comically

the shower kept going and going
it's liking us!
it did feel like that
it kept complimenting us
and holding us
it was heating us
like to show we were powerful
it heat us and beat us nicely
but then the soap gave me hives

though I have mostly new clothes
I can't help but picture all my x boyfriends
running around in a field
one of them has a video camera
and the others are strongly opposed

1.21.2010

Studying Counseling Psychology, I'm affectionate, funny, articulate
I'm Quentin.
I currently love cities.
Crawling to the café, I am a not a fan (so much) of sports.
I love vintage beaches.
I'm a passionate person,
I rarely do anything subtly rewarding.
but sometimes I like to play complicated board games.

What am I doing with my life?

Working hard on my current passion.
Obeying the speed limit.

I am engaged in some sort of project.

I'm looking for a conversation that wanders through a multitude of subjects, the art, music, politics, food, news, and everything and anything else that interests you.

1.20.2010

didn't call Aetna again

Today I didn't call Aetna
I hate having friends
I dream on tv

the forms keep on coming
the postage is iffy
a bed will love anyone but the couch
it has died

the Burroughs book broke you
the Grass book, he likes you
the Jane Bowles is waiting, and giggling, and living

my guitar's in a coma
my father had a father
and his father had two fathers
and those fathers had opinions
and the opinions grew furry
and the wives grew worried
and here the history twists and its
all in dull greys
its cave painting on dust
graffiti on trucks

I read it for an assignment in front of the class
it broke my audio recorder
so I used sound effects

I have walked into a cloud of people and passed

I was the non-drug among a bunch of drugs
I mean there was a party and it spread through entirety

it spread through entirely
you tried to explain it, but then got stuck so rolled around
and re-recalled it
dug through all your email account accounts for

there was a town and we filled it
a reality hung light like a net, over a group

it was nurses
and ball players

there was a group of old chess players
there were badass genius babies

it was a brave before
but then you took too many pictures of it

1.18.2010

I'm Reading

This Thursday the 21st with Mike Young at Green Street Cafe in Northampton, MA. It starts at 7:30 and I hear Thurston's Moore's car mechanic will be there!

1.12.2010

NFL

the NFL wakes up when it sleeps
she snores when she snuggles

I read the Murikami book all winter and it grew pages
the character watched people's faces for a whole chapter and ate donuts
I had my own name when I read that book
something the character called me

the NFL is too tired to stretch
she lumbers up the stairs

she sat on my origami mansion when I was a kid

what do I know?

I babysit lofts in Brooklyn
I keep them company

once I saw the NFL in person
she breathed light into my eyes
it was thanksgiving
she picked up the other team's play phone as a joke

the Murakami book could crush some origami
it is fatter than the Bowles book
it is reading the Richard Hughes book

I babysat a loft that had an Italian bathroom you could see into
I found the Murikami book by itself
it was too quiet to watch tv
my friends were all with other friends
I felt like my own boring secret
my phone was sucking up a charge
the loft was full of art and money
there were several beautiful hundred dollar bills in a spread on the desk
it was like a good hand of cards
it seemed exactly like a test

the NFL is too huge to sleep
she goes crazy when she's good
her heart slams
she dances
she wants us to watch her