February 2012
105 posts
January 2012
156 posts
1 tag
Untitled
Steady, pleading.
Can this context be mistaken?
Linger on heavy snow, for a moment remember
Imperial innocence,
The burden of my hypocrisy.
Deeply silent,
A profound austerity,
I don’t know
I couldn’t.
Trapped
A prisoner, ascetic,
Confused in a thoughtful manipulation—
Uneasy provocation.
This cold snow sobriety
Starkly cuts
Tension, delusion,
Yet these tremors muffle every word
(My—I...
1 tag
Catullus is the most passive aggressive man to ever exist.
After hosting a dinner party he notices that someone stole his napkins. How would a normal person deal with this kind of situation? Probably do nothing, because they’re napkins. Catullus? Writes multiple scathing poems about how much of a witless scoundrel the thief is. He denounces the man as an uncharming and inept dick.
...
1 tag
“His only supernatural virtue seemed to be patience.”
Gender binaries are ridiculous. In fact the whole construction of gender is absolutely inane and though I do identify as a woman, I’ve been more or less aesthetically androgynous for years. This is relevant as I want to be perfectly clear on the source of my frustration in the subsequent story. I’m not angry with this...
1 tag
Pamplemousse.
Today I was sitting on the streetcar thinking about the grapefruit waiting for me at home, when I realized something. I realized that half the reason I enjoy grapefruit as much as I do is the sensation of fear, that exhilarating nervousness, every single bite brings me. I feel dangerous when I eat grapefruits, almost rebellious. My mouth screams and aches in anticipation but then when that final...
