Wednesday, April 29, 2009
La Fille Sur Le Pont
"I believe every promise I hear. I've never achieved anything. I've never been useful or precious to anyone, or happy, or even really unhappy. I guess you're unhappy when you lose something but I've never had anything except bad luck. "
-How do you see your future, Adele?
"I don't know. When I was little, all I wanted to do was grow up as fast as I could. But I can't see the point of it all. Not anymore. Getting older. I see my future like a waiting room in a big train station with benches and drafts. Outside, hordes of people run by without seeing me. They're all in a rush taking trains and taxis. They have somewhere to go, someone to meet, and I sit there, waiting."
-Waiting for what, Adele?
"For something to happen to me."
Thursday, April 9, 2009
The town
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I play Eurydice, bride of Orpheus, for the last time in a week.
There was a piece of chalk on the stage, by the narrating pocket.
And when I came back at the end of the show, the pocket was full of little sayings people had written from the show.. "Let me step out of my own heart." "He turned- farewell." "Let me die still loving and so, never die."
It was wonderful, but the thing was, if you stepped on it with a sock.. they rubbed away.
There was a piece of chalk on the stage, by the narrating pocket.
And when I came back at the end of the show, the pocket was full of little sayings people had written from the show.. "Let me step out of my own heart." "He turned- farewell." "Let me die still loving and so, never die."
It was wonderful, but the thing was, if you stepped on it with a sock.. they rubbed away.
Monday, March 30, 2009
The assignment: Write a random paragraph about anything, using sentences 7 words or less. 100-150 words.
There was something about this mirror. She carried it everywhere. It was under one arm, barely safe. One would think a compact could suffice. “No, no,” she would plead. “My vanity does not get the best of me. I am humble.” Her pleas were earnest. They were not heard, though. She had a heavy mirror under arm. It was very true. It was covered in rust flakes. It looked unloved, a plain speculation. However, it went from couch to couch. She went from couch to couch. It would never smash, she often thought. Things that precious are not taken away. And that was very wrong.
There was something about this mirror. She carried it everywhere. It was under one arm, barely safe. One would think a compact could suffice. “No, no,” she would plead. “My vanity does not get the best of me. I am humble.” Her pleas were earnest. They were not heard, though. She had a heavy mirror under arm. It was very true. It was covered in rust flakes. It looked unloved, a plain speculation. However, it went from couch to couch. She went from couch to couch. It would never smash, she often thought. Things that precious are not taken away. And that was very wrong.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Regardless of how utterly excited I am to see the Bush dynasty fall, I have no time to think about it. Hail the day I can be devoted to my studies, studies in something I perhaps would be interested in. I don't think I'll get much sleep tonight, if any. I really hate to end a wonderful, mentally productive weekend in this puddle of vomit.
"He was alone. He was unheeded, happy and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and willful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and seaharvest of shells and tangle of veiled grey sunlight and gayclad lightclad figures, of children and girls and voices childish and girlish in the air."
-Joyce
"He was alone. He was unheeded, happy and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and willful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and seaharvest of shells and tangle of veiled grey sunlight and gayclad lightclad figures, of children and girls and voices childish and girlish in the air."
-Joyce
Friday, January 16, 2009
et c'est le fin du monde
- I was born in an ocean, I've been cold ever since.
Have two weak eyes and crooked fingers.
Friday, January 2, 2009
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