May 2010
28 posts
against all odds.
against all odds
my heart still beats.
well it’s not really too
surprising, but still,
sometimes, i thought it
might stop, leaving me
cold in my sleep. but
it hasn’t. and for that,
i’m pretty happy with it.
thai cartoons
are terrible. absolutely terrible. there’s a soap opera here too about people in the medieval ages, i think. they wear helmets with horns and have swords and breastplates of unbearable awkwardness so i think it’s something like that. they jabber at each other all the time and almost chop each other’s heads off every 15 minutes. there is a lot of fake lightning too.
in my entire...
remember
be here now.
galway kinnell
this man is a total badass.
“what troubles me is a sense that so many things lovely and precious in our world seem to be dying out. perhaps poetry can be the canary in the mine-shaft warning us of what’s to come.”
i think i’ve tortured you long enough with my writing, please read some of his.
The Seekonk Woods
I have always intended to live forever; but not until now,...
a farewell to arms
i just finished reading a farewell to arms by hemingway for the first time (i know) and my there’s now a dull ache hovering in my chest.
here are a few parts i enjoyed.
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“We slept when we were tired and if we woke the other one woke too so one was not alone. Often a man wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that...
over two years ago.
i used to sit on the peaked roof of my house and look at the san diego bay, the surface of the water and the windows on the tall buildings glaring and blinding in the sun.
on a porch surrounded by trees and other living green things that would shift slowly into the wind coming off the ocean, i sat drinking whiskey from a cup late into the night, early into the morning.
i used to ride bikes with...
entirely too much.
in spain we lived in an apartment and from the window we could see the ocean and sometimes the clouds would gather and the wind would blow off the ocean and the rain would fall.
when the rain fell over the ocean it looked like a gauze was being spread over the horizon and it would move and then it would be on us falling hard against the apartment window’s glass.
there were metal shutters...
welp.
i haven’t put anything up for a while. sorry.
so where to start.
the last few weeks have been intense. every since leaving the orphanage just about three weeks ago it’s been go go go. i think rather than just going from place to place in a big strung out travel itinerary i’ll give you the destinations and forms of transportation.
night bus from chiang mai to ayutthaya -...
sitting
in bangkok’s northern bus terminal waiting to hop into a sweatbox and head to cambodia.
see you soon.
Mason Jennings - The Field
you are welcome.
the sky
the sky is pink and birds are floating in a vacant space above the blue green water.
sun thinned reds and pale blues glow on old but renovated thai fishing boats sitting low in the water.
soft grey clouds float in this landless void and there is rain on the horizon but it looks like a haze, a thin moth eaten curtain not fully drawn.
this morning under the surface of the sea a fish picked at...
