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Saturday, August 11, 2007

Insignificance is but one view

"I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars."
~Walt Whitman

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

I should not mention...

Words seem to get in the way tonight. The wrong words. And where there are no words, this silence screams the blood curdling chills of language face down in a roadside ditch. So newly dead the flies of disquieted expectations have not even noted the gruesome occurrence as yet.

The ink in my journal tonight reeks of this death.

It is not fit or noteworthy enough for an obit.

I should not mention its passing.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

The Sexuality of War

It's Tuesday, it feels like it should be Wednesday and I wish it was Thursday. How's that for defying reality? Further, I really have no idea why I wish it were Thursday.

I've always considered that Virginia Woolf was never in short supply of thoughts to express. Nor timid about getting them out. I found an interesting quote that is one of the more profound statements I've heard attributed to her. "If you insist upon fighting to protect me, or 'our' country, let it be understood soberly and rationally between us that you are fighting to gratify a sex instinct which I cannot share; to procure benefits where I have not shared and probably will not share." -Virginia Woolf

It seems very evident that Woolf sees war largely the sexual aggression of men (emphasis on gender). I don't suppose I am qualified to challenge or uphold the psychological pretexts of such assumption, but it is rather profound that she is serving notice that she shares no such stake in these actions. A strong stand that I have to admire.

Monday, August 06, 2007

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A Monday Medley

This is the start of a grueling week of getting things in order to be out of the office for a week. So much to do, so few nerves left to stretch.

A few bits from my journal this last week:

  • a pretentious line from a love song / neither recalls the tune
  • tracing a smile with his finger / her red lips kiss his index
  • the days are ruled / by tweezer fingers /picking here, picking there
  • crystal frost clinging to the bony flesh /of the best face one could put forward / under blistery circumstances
  • a mind is a terrible thing to use when it's fucked up
  • no one's here but scamper feet / who've come to witness my headache- / a mind with anxious classical thoughts / the Greek gods eavesdrop through paper walls

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755
for Bud


You there when history was made
I saw you in high def
You didn’t want to be there
Your face said as much
Your looked so uncomfortable in your skin

Later you talked on your cell
I wonder who it was
There was no excitement in your face
I was excited for him
You should have stayed home