Thursday, November 30, 2006


Cut + Paste Poems


I haven't really been that interested in poetry since high school, mostly because I read so much of it then that I just burnt out on it. And now, I'm much much more interested in visual things rather than written ones.

But despite all that, sometimes I get bored and go through my diary and randomly pick groups of words of put them together to see what happens. I think this is a more visual way of writing because it forces/slams ideas together in really unexpected ways. This is the most exciting thing about art/writing to me really, is to smash things together and either go with what's created and flesh it out or abandon it completely. It's all about free association.

Here's some, I guess you could call them poems, but more like word smashes taken from my diary. See if you can figure out my life! Ha, I can't even do that...
I took liberties with a couple of them, but only to smooth out the narrative part of it.

He sat and waited for it to ring again
and opened the window a crack, only enough
and put on his father's old, moth-eaten peacoat
and thought of the words sensuality, enamored, crimson, aorta, orgasm, menaige-a-trois
*

Not that I don't want to talk to him,
I just feel like I don't

*

I want to sleep when I want to and read and drink tea,
Walk up a steep, long, green hill as part of the procession and
buy a bunch of summer dresses


whenever i get jealous of anyone i have to stop myself
because everything is green

not hide behind fetish or porn or any of that.
that's boring.
It is too self-indulgent and dull.
i want to make something visual that mixes...
it's numbing to even think about

All I really want is peace and quiet,
To dress in beautiful evening gowns.
Everyone gets really worn from the climb.

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