Sunday, July 31, 2005

and there were pockets all along

I got this skirt at the Gap for 12 bucks, and I always thought that pockets on it were fake, until last night at Gooski's with Crystal, and I was a little drunk, when I found these little pockets are actually pockets. They'd been sewn up all this time, and I just realized all I had to do was push on through and Bam I had pockets.

Saturday, July 30, 2005

(SEAN)

When I don't care that gross food is gross I make myself believe that it will make me strong, like superhero stronger. Such as the various treats I pick up on my Saturday morning break from work. The sausage biscuits from 7-11, the 49 cent cheeseburgers from McDonald's. They're not real food, so they must have such a high amount of preservatives and radioactive fillers that someday I will just start glowing bright green and be able to shoot lightening bolts at moving cars.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

My favorite email of the moment

Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2005 09:42:40 -0400
From: Molly F Prosser
To: Angela Bayout
Subject: RE: Tropico?


ps. Yams rule.

Friday, July 08, 2005

PART 2. (see below-)

The "(1)" are meant to be superscripts.

The Electric Birds

The creamy slips of
the Sunday ads
spilling from the dollar
Gazette remind me
of Bisquick pancakes
and raw alkaline
cores
of peaches forced
passed the tongue
like cold cough
syrup spoons.

Wires grid air
into new Enumeration
Districts, electric
birds
trapeze singers
welcome me home(1)

-where in the closet behind the stale wool coat is still that plastic bag stretched out like a faded tank top. Tentacles spill from the hems of scrap plaid cotton the same starch texture as the first time I wore a strapless dress in the mirror behind the door and then in the reflection of his red hatchback that could have been stolen from a funhouse, and he liked that dress so much it ripped under his snarky foaming smirk I misunderstood for a smile.

(1)The first summer I
lived alone in the
city I wore nothing
but old tank tops
and underpants on
the hottest weekends
of July while the oven
heated for Bisquick
biscuits I kneaded
with my own
agile fingers made
for pens. Peaches
were a commodity
then that I didn’t
have to swallow
with the charcoal
biscuits and tablespoons
of dollar
marmalade
while watching cars
parallel park
from the sitting sill
of my bedroom window.

I’d listen to the electric
birds on wires strung
parallel from each
other, cutting the air
in shallow slits
and the birds take
steep plunges, spilling
into the street
below.

Help Angela get something done this summer, Part 1

The following posts, assuming I do not slack off, will be poems that I think are good, but, hell, they may be trash, this is embarassing to show my little kids off to the world, or at least to people outside my writer friends, but in honor of sucking it up, have a look and feel free to say whatever you like, (Shontae).
Also, blogger is a nerf herder, so the complete formatting will not be as I like, I cannot do tabs or spacing really, so focus on the meaning, just like some people don't do when they think about life. But, maybe there is no meaning to life.


possible submission #1

"body was found by a moose hunter"

-and how dissonant it would be for her to die in a snow patch like bad cabbage and escorted by the Northern angels with their purple and turquoise ribbons. Helium penetration.

She had said,
-There was an antebellum incident when telegraphs spontaneously combusted all over the world and pregnant girls in Rome with sundresses as skin saw the Aurora Borealis but I won't ever see the lights in Alaska until the moose hunter checkmates my long gone soul with his smoking rifle while the moose and I spy from the solar storms in the sky.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

My dreams are coming true...

September 3 @ 8:00pm September 4 @ 8:00pm
- SPECIAL EVENT -
An Evening with Crispin Hellion Glover featuring"WHAT IS IT?" (2005) and "THE BIG SLIDE SHOW" -Tickets $15.00 - NOW AVAILABLE!


WINNER - BEST NARRATIVE FILM - 2005 Ann Arbor Film Festival. Having already premiered at several renowned international film festivals (including Sundance, Ann Arbor, and the New York Underground), Crispin Hellion Glover's independently produced feature "WHAT IS IT?" along with "THE BIG SLIDE SHOW" rides a wave of audience intrigue and critical acclaim to this Pennsylvania Premiere at The Oaks Theater, presented in collaboration with The Andy Warhol Museum (http://www.warhol.org). A multi talented visionary actor, writer, director, and performance artist, Glover’s feature film credits include “Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle” (2003), “Willard” (2003), “Bartleby” (2001), “Charlie’s Angels” (2000), “Nurse Betty” (2000), “The People Vs. Larry Flynt” (1996), “Dead Man” (1995), “What’s Eating Gilbert Grape” (1993), “The Doors” (1991), “Wild At Heart” (1990), “River’s Edge” (1986), and “Back to the Future” (1985).

"THE BIG SLIDE SHOW" is a unique performance presentation wherein Glover dramatically narrates, performs, and projects slides from ten of his own books, including Rat Catching, Oak Mot, and What It Is And How It Is Done. Glover describes his ten-years-in-the-making feature film directorial debut, "WHAT IS IT?," as "the adventures of a young man whose principal interests are snails, salt, a pipe, and how to get home, as tormented by an hubristic racist inner psyche." The first piece in a trilogy that, among other things, challenges common notions of common culture, "WHAT IS IT?" features a cast of predominately Down Syndrome actors, while stirring themes and images (horrific , comic, dramatic) that defy easy summarization and evoke a range of varied and conflicting responses in the viewer.

The complete program, including both "THE BIG SLIDE SHOW" and "WHAT IS IT?" will be followed by an open question-and-answer session with Crispin Hellion Glover each night. Select books and CD will also be available for purchase and signing both evenings.PLEASE NOTE THAT ADMISSION IS RESTRICTED TO PERSONS 18 AND OLDER.Tickets ($15.00) for this special event are NOW AVAILABLE for purchase in person at The Oaks Theater box office.

Saturday, July 02, 2005

Ointment

1. We were in the know before the know became known.
2. We are cooler than water.
1. Auto response from lasanges: Soap oh I know I know.
2. If we were any cooler we'd be shivering.

3. when there is no Stella
3. did you guys leave before us?
3. he's your Mr. Tambourine Man

45and6.






and I like how she walks while eating a sausage biscuit, without a purse, and might as well be barefoot-she mentally waves to the hot dog man in the drivethru window that sits on the sidewalk he sits past the dusty screen not intending to grill anything really just wishing he could have a cigarette and it makes me laugh, too, that she could have stopped at the corner to finish biscuits and have a smoke herself, but that would have been in bad taste afterall.

Friday, July 01, 2005

alloverthe hardwoodfloor

to iron cuffs on the floor and the chargers there too but not the telephone that's been forgotten just like a radio. floss is calling me these days