February 2012
2 posts
Ways Gender-Privileged Men Can Challenge Sexism →
meeca:
(This list will be forever in-progress. Please add on as you see fit).
Challenge sexist jokes, such as dumb blonde jokes or jokes about rape.
Avoid using words such as “bitch”, “hoe”, “slut.”
Recognize when you “zone out” when women are speaking, when you value a man’s opinion…
because i can’t keep to one place click for poetryish
January 2012
4 posts
What if Hufflepuff is actually the stoner house at...
I mean,
Hufflepuff. HUFF le PUFF.
They’re mostly considered nice and peaceful.
They live right by the kitchen.
Their head of house teaches herbology.
“Badger” is exactly the kind of animal a stoner would come up with.
Slytherins obviously do cocaine.
#THIS IS A LEGITIMATE THEORY #YOU KNOW CEDRIC DIGGORY WAS HIGH MOST OF THE TIME #I MEAN YOU HAD TO HAVE BEEN HIGH TO THINK OPENING THE...
linguist time
brain-food:
I suddenly see ourselves in the future, passing USB drives with episode downloads in alley ways wearing a trench coat and a hat.
#people on street corners with shifty eyes #hey man do you have arrested development season two #no but #i know a guy
#i’ll give you the pilot but the entire season’s gonna cost ya
#WHERE’S MY 30 ROCK BITCH? #gunshots #WHERE’S MY 30 ROCK?
...
November 2011
1 post
October 2011
3 posts
there is no number, i don't write poems
i am ridiculously in love like one silly silly puppy it’s good
September 2011
5 posts
calm down, self/projects in my life:
1) mcnair research project which becomes 2) article for AAAL conference 3) some kind of paper to write in spain 4) my thesis on nominalizations in wapishana but hey, in eight months they will all be over and i can say, do i really want to be an academic?
beautiful things that i have seen so far in...
- the mountains from above - the mountains from the ground - my parents’ picture floating in the spa where the wind had carried it, face up - a moth crossing the kitchen, low light scattered across its path - a crescent moon that isn’t really a crescent, the dark side of the moon touching the blue-black of a desert sky - polaroids of my family in a photo album, my mother so beautiful...
August 2011
3 posts
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if i weren’t so busy, i’d be writing poetry, trust me, because i just can’t get out of love with that boy
Somehow riding the bus I see a woman wearing a shirt that says, I put the “pro” in procrastinate, and I realize that I love the people I love so deeply and how beautiful that is.
the not-so-distant future
mid-september 2011: submit research paper to mcnair scholars program september 12 through december 2, 2011: internship in spain early december 2011: traveling through europe with my dear mother
march 24-27, 2012: the american association of applied linguistics conference in boston (hopefully i will be presenting!) march through june 2012: thesis on nominalizations in wapishana
July 2011
23 posts
“some others i’ve seen might never be mean
might never be cross, or try to...”
– i remember when we first were in love i tried to listen to this song with you in mind, but i didn’t think you were crazy enough at the time… now i know better!
170. not quite a poem/arizona i miss your nights...
in the backseat of someone else’s car i found my whole history unpacked the suitcase of my heart, unhardened just to wrap around the stones i tried to hold it was something like being seventeen arizona at night, dry wind talking to me again saying you know you have always been queen here and then there you were, much more than any other boys i’d ridden around with they were all gone...
169.
i am not that flower opening and closing at the touch of the rain i am instead just one peach split by the quick and careful prying of a butter knife curved against the curves that it has traced along my sides gently pressing and then pulling apart a motion so ordinary no one takes notice in the quiet of the kitchen so that even held now in two hands we are alone with each other
such a strange situation…
still so, so happy
156. july 5, 2011
seeing myself from above now your bed just a space to hold strangers how my love had turned blue like a bruise some sweetness i still held with my hand to the curve of my stomach flowering poison i was almost numb to the loss of you in gilded light cold and golden once everything i loved was there but i didn’t love it like before / when i wrote this i had been thinking also of when a fruit is...
“You are so important to me as a writer and friend thank you for the way you have...”
– one of the sweetest thank you again
“me and you
what can we do
when the words we use sometimes
are misconstrued
...”
– wilco, “you and i”
umm totally had some drunk tumbling from my phone last night, please excuse that. can’t believe i did that.
162. so true it might as well be a poem
as a poet you never really ask yourself, what will make me happiest? only—what adds the most beauty to my life? what adds the most MEANING? but this i’ve found has brought me the most true happiness, even when it’s sometimes hard to see. just here, just on this one tiny issue at least, i think poets (and i really believe that this is probably pretty true for many poets in general) really...
161.
papa, i do not see you as a lesser man. mom told me today what you did, but she also told me what you did afterwards. you know your daughter who’s good with money, yes, you know the one who got your math? she reminded me that you are exceptional. yes, papa, that’s the word she used: exceptional. that sweet sister of mine, well, she didn’t need to tell me. something special about...
finding out about the separation and the affair over thirty years ago: in which he had loved her but no longer loved her enough in which he loved her but was no longer in love with her and was in love with someone else “i used to believe that when you fell in love… i always thought it was a story book, you know… but it’s not, and that doesn’t mean it’s not a good story. it just means it’s...
157.
remaking me to be something in your glasses skin smelling like strangers
first fun summer project: terrarium
terrarium of blue star creepers:
it was fun to do something like this with my niece! she did a great job. inspired by this post.
projects and things (that aren't my research...
1) DIY fake milk glass i think i am giving up on this one—NOT as easy as it looked! 2) dye my white dress green (this didn’t go as well as i’d hoped… key lime instead of kelly) 3) knitting (and if that goes well, try crocheting again) — i’m learning!! 4) paper pennant banner 5) glass blowing 6) ahh i still really want to learn to carve wood 7) submit to the...
feeling crafty this summer/since i'm probably not...
recommend some DIY blogs in my ask? or just about projects and fun things i’m really into sunset magazine suddenly for instance thank you artsy people
154.
pieces of dandelions fluttering down around the ash tray
152.
marking my favorite poems in my william carlos williams book with blue watercolor
NOTE
anyone who wants to read my semi-poetry about my life which is apparently a tv dramedy, or more generally just know i am still alive because i probably won’t be posting here much, i have decided to temporarily put it over here at my other blog out of politeness. warning that you will have to deal with my posting other nonsense there as well because that’s the original purpose of that...
don't know how to cook? me neither!
i’m learning how though, here, at this lovely blog of mine (actually i’m learning in kitchens, just kidding), so check it out! i wrote the posts a while ago, so ignore the references to a now out-of-date boyfriend. also i don’t know how to turn the ask box on for that blog… it’s not where it used to be on the customize page. once i do, you can write to me and tell me...
145.
i am more than just emotions— just look at the food in my fridge, how it dreams of seeing the sun
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144.
the thought of you less than 100%: how you did seem smaller last week, how you pulled your face away from mine when i kissed you goodbye at the airport, and i knew then, scrambling to go back, waiting on hold with the airline two times, because for as much as you were half-there, maybe i still knew you more than you knew me, no matter how much i tried to tell you who i was, i wasn’t showing...
June 2011
6 posts
lists are almost as good as poems
1) summer research project - conversation analysis/language socialization 2) improving my spanish listening skills most of all 3) glass-blowing with jeweliann hopefully soon 4) someone please buy me a wood carving set (for beginners, already honed) and maybe some pieces of wood to carve! 5) collecting recipes and learning to cook real things 6) starting a cooking blog soon, here 7) still learning...
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142? ummm magnetic poetry i made in high school?...
beneath these tiny floods there is a stillness, dressed in some black vision of a dream or whisper, my deliriously weak goddess, those moons are only iron this time and i want to crush you in your bed like a lake over the road, but part of me is under you, light. i will sleep smooth, death a sweet...
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WHY IS THE FEATURED/POPULAR #POETRY ON TUMBLR ALL SO AWFUL?
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141.
coming home, the way things suddenly collapse in their convergence: the mountains moving under me until i land like a parachute hot air blowing up my skirt and your eyes how they are syrupy spun marbles but soft still, like your melted mouth almost surprising me, more slippery than i remember, feeling
the hot air slipping up my skirt in the parking lot
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140.
this afternoon i found some vitamins spilled on my closet floor they had burst at the seams and seemed to be starting to grow,
something, even if it was mold, it was beautiful
May 2011
5 posts
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139.
for years my mother didn’t get mammograms because we didn’t have insurance and “if they find something, what am i supposed to do about it?”
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138.
what it is: knowing that if i were ever to open up the palm of my hand and let go then you would slip away too, knowing that everything is only made of strings—or is it?—knowing what i do know as long as it is you.
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137.
to be honest, the most miserable of all my dreams lately: the one in which i couldn’t well tell you apart by just the color of your eyes