Thursday, May 25, 2006

my new favorite quote

“Once in his life, every man is entitled to fall madly in love
with a gorgeous redhead.”

-Lucille Ball

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Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Emily Dickinson

So she wasn't a drunk, but she sure was depressed.

If you were coming in the Fall (511)

If you were coming in the Fall,
I’d brush the Summer by
With half a smile, and half a spurn,
As Housewives do, a Fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I’d wind the months in balls—
And put them each in separate Drawers,
For fear the numbers fuse—

If only Centuries, delayed,
I’d count them on my Hand,
Subtracting, till my fingers dropped
Into Van Dieman’s Land.

If certain, when this life was out—
That yours and mine, should be
I’d toss it yonder, like a Rind,
And take Eternity—

But, now, uncertain of the length
Of this, that is between,
It goads me, like the Goblin Bee—
That will not state—its sting.

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Tuesday, May 16, 2006

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Thursday, May 04, 2006

Sylvia Plath


I know that I'm on a drunk, female poet kick, but I love this villanelle.


Mad Girl's Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

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Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Hello, Gov'nor!


It is practically a miracle! Tattooing may soon be legal in our great state.

This afternoon, HB 806 was voted out of the state House of Representatives and sent to the governor's desk. If good old Brad signs off on it, it will just be a matter of time until we can ink the crap out of ourselves in any state in the US, including little-old-backward Oklahoma.

God bless America, God bless Oklahoma, and, while we're at it, God bless Brad Henry!

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Tuesday, May 02, 2006

a ditty and a sonnet


First Fig

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends –
It gives a lovely light!


What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands a lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet know its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

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