Monthly Archives: July, 2009
SNOWONE
Wonderful poet Benjamin “Yoshimitsu” Mirov recently wrote a poem that makes me just cry and cry and cry. He made an adorable Yoshi video and here it is on his blog, posted for the world to see.
CLICK HERE FOR FUN.
YOURS,
URSULA
1499 – Best Year Ever
Hayvery Body! It’s Ollie!
I jsut got pub’d over here!
It’s part of the For Every Year Project started by Crispin Best… where writers and poets are composing things in honor of each year from 1400 to the present… we’re just about to hit the 1500 mark… which is pretty big if you ask me…
check it out, [...]
PLUOTS!
candy of the scientist-gods.
go ‘head and get you some.
ahh, rain
“Now that we’re alone we can talk prince man to man” -Zbigniew Herbert
i got up early this morning, i’d thrown the covers and caught a chill. found two poems slidin’ about.
My crooked hands shake
something unreasonable.
I can see them
roasting on glowing coals.
I don’t take them out.
I am always cold.
I am always letting off everything
[...]
night four
i miss the rain. i’m findin’ myself in a new space that’s saying all sorta things to me. i know that’s odd, but the walls jus’ want to tell me about everyone they known. hope they won’t find much to ever say about me.
the rain works jus’ like a man, like company, at drainin’ out [...]
129
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoy’d no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated, as a swallow’d bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit and [...]
I’m no longer satisfied with the images on my television
Hey, it’s Ollie again.
Last post of my turn, but I’ll be back later…
Here’s something I’ve been futzing around with. No pictures this time, sorry.
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I’m no longer satisfied with the images on my television
I watch the show with the clock. The one that counts the minutes and the seconds until the show will be over.
With each [...]
Pirates, Inquisitions, Plumbers and Zombies
Ollie is hungover today.
These are the questions he is pondering at the moment:
Why did pirates make people walk the plank rather than just throwing them overboard?
It seems that the chances of a zombie apocalypse are far more likely than say, being invaded by Mexico or Canada… shouldn’t our department of defense funding reflect that?
Right now [...]
Hey Every Body.
It’s Ollie. It’s my turn.
The dolls around me have all been accidentally tossed into highly sexual positions.
That coffee cup is heat activated. When I fill it up with coffee from the machine the girl in high heels kneeling on the hardwood floor of the apparently unfurnished high-rise loft becomes naked.
I don’t find this [...]
Mouth against skin
This took place over a course of several days, condensed into seven or so hours. Where it started is clear, to a certain point, like the horizon—you know there is more beyond it, but not because more is visible. As we have it we are in the ocean. Standing in the slack water waiting for [...]
