Poetry Project last night. Toni Simon projected her intricate & astonishing collage-drawings (I told her after I wanted them on a textile) to Nick Piombino’s Contradicta aphorisms. This one especially resonated for me:

To know having is to feel deeply when bereft.

And now for some choice lines from the second reader, Lisa Robertson:

inner Spain

If I degenerate into style, it’s because I love it very much

If females lick language/ death/ economy

One’s strange bare body needs a party dress/ tyrant body

A sort of clown of the feminine with the head of a nocturnal bird

The biggest problem with melancholy is that it is more detailed than the world

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You make me feel like a launchpad/ I just don’t know how to make it wide / I just want to be your be your maid/ I just don’t have control of my ham / though I have this cider/ I want to give it all to you/ you gotta believe in something slimy / there is a way I can be a giraffe/ it’s this liar love inside of me/ I don’t know how to make you fear/ if you give me jam/ I just wanna be your be your man

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Dreamed

of riding in cars near snowy beaches with cliffs, a school (my old school in Japan, but not really, since in my dreams I am so often “in Japan”) where the ceilings leaked buckets of rain, and two friends sexually caressed me, one in a car, one at a party; both times it was not really appropriate, and I didn’t know what to do.

Also that I needed to do a photo project of portraits of women at these snowy beaches with cliffs; I remember thinking to try to recruit either Brenda Iijima or Marianne Shaneen. It was going to be photos with text, and I thought…how can I do this without being hokey?

lucky lucky lucky

I was down in the basement throwing out the recycling
and there was a guy down there getting rid of stuff
and guess what I snagged? one of those multicolored
revolving disco lights! on the very day I’m having a party.
how excellent is that?

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ラッタナ、あなたわ本とにひどい人です。
もちろん、彼わもっともっとひどい人です。
ダレカの主人とやることわさいてい ですよ
彼輪数えらない嘘尾いってしましました。
ド時に私とあなたとやりました。実話、輪t氏輪は期待よ。
りょほう、あなたと彼輪が、すごくわがままです。
ホんとに幸せで毎日過ごすことが出来るの?キ来です。
ホんとに嫌いです。あなたの悪名お尾祈っています

Google translation:

R******, this is awful and I in you.
Of course, he‘ll even more awful.
It sucks I can do is master of Dareka
Number of rings lie Eranai Shimashimashita saying his tail.
You and I did when I drive. True story, I hope he rings t ring.
Yohou Ri, your circle and he is very selfish.
Can you and I spend a happy day in the host? The next key.
And I do not like to host. I hope your tail in your notoriety

I saw a guy on the subway with a spindle.  He was spinning a mouse-gray fiber into yarn. I asked if it was dog hair.  He said no, it’s just wool.  The spindle wobbled; I watched the wool turn into yarn.  “I like to spin while moving,” he said.

it’s my birthday

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It’s my birthday, and yes, I’ll take some digital-age coddling …
since my momma took me out of that itchy-ass swaddling
Now I’m the life of any party in this groovy leisure suit.
gonna make you all holler a rooty toot toot
Oh, hi. It’s my birthday. So remember when I was all ohhh I miss you and I’m totes attacking your blogs with a vengeance
and growling yarrrgh like a pirate of Penzance
It’s Your Birthday Cake & Ice Cream Shower Gel Set
So I’m taking this chance to say hail flarfy fellows well-met
Today, on my birthday, I celebrate another year on this planet.
Not knowing where I’m going like Brad and Janet
It’s My Birthday, I’m Gonna Party Long sleeve shirts
Gonna drink salty tea in medieval yurts
It’s My Birthday and I’m crying as he wants me to.
Gonna shout it out from the balcony at Pompidou
birthday, aging, menopause, perimenopause, getting old, shmirshky, women, cake.
Gonna swim with swans in the freezing Prospect Park Lake
It’s my birthday…whoop-dee-f**kin-doo
And a doody doody doody doody doody doody doo