January 2009
87 posts
“I flow so cold chicken soup don’t help”
– Lil Wayne, ‘nuff said
“There’s a concert hall in Vienna, where your mouth had a thousand reviews”
– Leonard Cohen; yes I know I blog about him a lot, but he just appeared on the Coachella set list
Also (a post about insecurity)
It was high time for a profile pic change. The other one sucked. Now I can use Tumblr as a dating site! Part of me is kidding about that statement and part of me isn’t. I’ve already caved and done the OkCupid thing, so why not just admit that I am not above meeting “Internet People”? If anything pans out, I’ll have some fun bullshitting a “Where We...
Project: Audrey Imposes Her Taste in Books on...
POETRY: “The Complete Poems of Frank O’Hara” - Frank O’Hara
PROSE: “The Flowers” - Dagoberto Gilb
I promise to stop posting Frank O’Hara poems when I finish the book, but until then, it’s still going to constantly be blowing my mind. ”Flowers” is a Chicano/a novel set in an unknown city, centering around a Mexican-American boy dealing...
Bad Timing: A Sensual Obsession (1980)
The setting is Vienna. A young American woman is brought to a hospital after overdosing on pills, apparently in a suicide attempt. A police detective suspects foul play on the part of her lover, an American psychology professor. As doctors try to save her life, the detective interrogates the professor, and through flashbacks we see the events leading up to the woman’s overdose; her stormy...
Dream
Right after I posted that image of the mermaid, I went to bed and had a dream about a huge, terrifying mermaid. The mermaid was trapped in a glass case, and it was about as big as a house. There was also something very masculine about the mermaid’s presence, which made it even more terrifying. My friends and I were on a small dock that extended out into the sea. We were walking one...
“This part is so fucking carnivorous.”
– This guy in my poetry class, referring to a particularly juicy couplet of mine (and not in a sexual sense). We were assigned to proofread each other’s manuscripts this quarter for an extra two units and his is manuscript is getting sent out to various grad schools. Mine has eight poems in it,...
I am...
posting such a hodgepodge of treasures today. Venus in Furs, Interpol, Silvia Plath, Johann Wolfgang Goethe. Hmmmm. Maybe later something more expository.
“A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture...”
– Johann Wolfgang Goeth
Morning Song
I’m going to post something that thousands have posted before me. Hopefully this just reiterates how good the poem is. The first line is so strong, I get mad about that sometimes:
Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements. Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue. In a drafty museum, your...
Interpol - Evil; I saw Interpol at this club...
“Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossibility of...”
– Virginia Woolf, from Mrs. Dalloway
I am...
so rocking this 24 unit quarter. And I’m moving! And I had an amazing weekend! And I got my dick sucked at the fiction workshop on Monday. Off to go read some more V. Woolf!
“The goal is to APPEAR to be self-made”
– A nice little piece of advice from my friend Jordan. Kind of reminds me of my baby sister’s view of the world—”[My boyfriend] has an estranged father who buys his love, and so whenever he and I get into trouble, he buys mine. Didn’t you take AP US History? It’s...
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an...
Hey, That’s No Way to Say Goodbye - Leonard...
You Bring Out the Mexican in Me
You bring out the Mexican in me. The hunkered thick dark spiral. The core of a heart howl. The bitter bile. The tequila lágrimas on Saturday all through next weekend Sunday. You are the one I’d let go the other loves for, surrender my one-woman house. Allow you red wine in bed, even with my vintage lace linens. Maybe. Maybe. For you. You bring out the Dolores del Río in me. The Mexican...
“In xochitl, in cuicatl”
– “Flowers and songs”, an Aztech definition of poetry
Helplessly Hoping - Crosby, Stills, & Nash
“La vida es sueño. Life is a real dream and poetry dreams it.”
– Lawrence Ferlinghetti
This video brings out the Spanish minor in me. →
“Can’t you see how tight my pants are? I’m obviously a Democrat.”
– Jenny Peck
I've had a change of heart.
I must say that after years of resisting, I have to admit that I really like Ernest Hemingway’s work. His portrayal of women is respectful and accurate, and his main characters are endearing and (dare I say?) attractive. The Sun Also Rises makes me want to drop all of the mumbo-jumbo I have been studying and write just like him. His prose is intricate and complex, and his words are like...
“There’s a beautiful view from the top of the mountain. Every morning I walk...”
– Björk, “Hyperballad”
Lil Wayne - Lollipop (Nasty Ways Remix) →
This is for all of the people in my life who are sick of listening to me blast the radio edit. Fucking fabulous.
“I am boring today!”
– Myself
“My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing,...”
– Virginia Woolf
Baby Names
So one of the people I “follow” listed some names for future babies, and I was lured into doing the same thing. Doing so also carries out the theme of todays posts, the theme being “questionable human beings having beautiful babies and naming them as deliberately as possible”. If I were to get pregnant right now, and decided to have the baby (that being one of the...
“[Poetry] is a quiver on the skin of eternity.”
– Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Nocturne
There’s nothing worse
than feeling bad and not
being able to tell you.
Not because you’d kill me
or it would kill you, or
we don’t love each other.
It’s space. The sky is grey
and clear, with pink and
blue shadows under each cloud.
A tiny airliner drops its
specks over the U N Building.
My eyes, like millions of
glassy squares, merely reflect.
Everything sees...
Joni Mitchell - California
Cocorosie - Tekno Love Song
More Giving In
I should also add that my screen name is “needy_Audrey”. Ridiculous.