Monday, February 28, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Nightmare
I had a horrific dream last night that I was decapitated. I was frantically trying to bandage my head back on, walking around and clutching my spewing neck. Then I fell into a bathtub, thrashing in a pool of my own blood. I couldn't get my head back on.
It didn't feel like a dream.
It didn't feel like a dream.
Fellini
I will never find
Trevi nymphs - life from dream. I
must build the sculptures.
I'm drawn to this scene because it gives form to the hope that somewhere, in some time, we might finally find that thing we yearn for and search for: the sweet life. Here, Silvia and the Trevi Fountain are the sweet life. We don't recognize it as such when we see it, and we don't know what to do with it when it comes to us; and when we reach out to touch it, it turns to stone beneath our fingertips. But Fellini gives us a constructed facsimile of the sweet life so that I can believe it exists. I suspect that if I ever find it on my own, it will only be because I built it myself, like Fellini did.
Trevi nymphs - life from dream. I
must build the sculptures.
I'm drawn to this scene because it gives form to the hope that somewhere, in some time, we might finally find that thing we yearn for and search for: the sweet life. Here, Silvia and the Trevi Fountain are the sweet life. We don't recognize it as such when we see it, and we don't know what to do with it when it comes to us; and when we reach out to touch it, it turns to stone beneath our fingertips. But Fellini gives us a constructed facsimile of the sweet life so that I can believe it exists. I suspect that if I ever find it on my own, it will only be because I built it myself, like Fellini did.
Labels: haiku diary
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Palm Itches
Palm itches to rip
out spine when I hear boast: "I
work hard and play hard."
Palm itches to slap
a ho when I hear the boast:
"I work hard, play hard."
Palms itch to smack self-
entitled brats who boast, "I
work hard and play hard."
out spine when I hear boast: "I
work hard and play hard."
Palm itches to slap
a ho when I hear the boast:
"I work hard, play hard."
Palms itch to smack self-
entitled brats who boast, "I
work hard and play hard."
Labels: haiku diary
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Tuesday, February 08, 2011
Credit Cards
Cash is the Asian
way. Credit cards fill me with
bureaucratic rage.
Cash is the Asian
way. For credit cards are hell
and fill me with rage.
way. Credit cards fill me with
bureaucratic rage.
Cash is the Asian
way. For credit cards are hell
and fill me with rage.
Labels: haiku diary