Archive for December, 2003

Christmas 2003

Man did I rake it in this Christmas. I must admit that I was spoiled this year. I got pretty much everything I asked for. Highlights include a DVD home theater system, new messenger bag, fountain pen ink, and books galore [including cookbooks]. The extended weekend was quite tiring though. I arrived home Christmas Eve […]

The Last Samurai

I’d heard nothing but bad about The Last Samurai. I saw it last night and was entertained. What brought it down the most was Tom Cruise. The director, one Mr. Zwick, ended up putting a bit too much emphasis on Cruise, in narration, diegetic dialogue, and photo-montage. I got the distinct impression that the movie […]

Separation [Study]

a man with a cane sits on a bus. some dirty snow at his feet a gift. it melts. he limps off the bus. his knee hurts. – a woman with wispy hair in a bun kneads dough. she has seventeen pet cats – two are pregnant. today is her birthday. she is baking them […]

Habit

a habit is something that is considered rather constant i think. if you do something only once or once in a while then it is not a habit. a habit is something you do all the time – like rubbing a balloon on a cat or throwing toasters at things. my habits constantly change. or […]

Return of the King

I saw Return of the King [RotK] last night at midnight. I got to bed around 4ish and was at work at 7. I am writing this at approximately 20 past 9 a.m. on 17 December 2003. I am a zombie, so bear with if at times I sound a bit incoherent. There are also […]

pig in shit

cleveland has been good for the muse. in the approximate month i have been here i have written around 5 poems and have jotted down a ridiculous amount of random things that sound cool. words have begun to lose their meanings for me again, and this is most definitely good, because i’ve to remember what […]

untitled 19 [for mom]

For years, you asked me to write you a poem. You who gave me life ? I cannot say no any longer ? but do you know how hard this is? Try to remember exactly how I slept warm in your womb ? or the simple way I brought you tiny fistfuls of wildflowers. How […]

Nikos and His Donkey by Robert Bly

Let’s tell the sweet story about the day Nikos, Wandering around with his donkey and saddlebags, Turned up one day at a farm of Godseekers. The Godseekers all came out when he knocked. They welcomed him, gave him tea, brought His donkey to the stable for oats and water. “Stay for supper,” they said. How […]

Cummings

e.e.cummings it may not always be so;and i say that if your lips,which i have loved,should touch another’s,and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart,as mine in time not far away; if on another’s face your sweet hair lay in such a silence as i know,or such great writhing words as,uttering overmuch, stand helplessly before […]

Smober the Sock Goblin

Smober the Sock Goblin lives under your stairs if your home doesn’t have them still he is there. He’s clammy and dusty and a little bit mad not angry – but crazy – and little bit bad. When Smober the Sock Goblin comes out to eat he crosses the floor with slapping bare feet. He […]

Sandburg

Fight – Carl Sandburg Red drips from my chin where I have been eating. Not all the blood, nowhere near all, is wiped off my mouth. Clots of red mess my hair And the tiger, the buffalo, know how. I was a killer. Yes, I am a killer. I come from killing. I go to […]

Keats

Unless I have something of import to write, this week is hereby designated as Adam Puts His Favorite Poems on His Website Week. Ode to Melancholy – John Keats

Fuck This Place

How creepy is this place I work at? Appallingly. My boss is cut from the greasy used car saleman in a pr0n video mold. He also has teeth that are very British. Runofthemill questions become snide and insinuating when he asks them. I feel soiled when I am around him. When he oberves my work […]

Happy Hour Sonnet

My whisky sour leaves rings on the old bar’s oak. Absentminded in this dusty place two locals argue over nothing. Wars of logic drown in weak beer without grace or urging. Drunken muscle insults – brace for impact – barefisted opponents glare. The leering bartender will get a taste another runaway led to his lair. […]

Sonnets

I have a very difficult time writing sonnets. This would probably explain why I have only written two. I don’t have much problem with meter or rhyme, but its that damn iambic that sticks me each time. I’d be much more competent writing in dactylic pentameter or hexameter. I think I tend to speak in […]

Radio Dada

I’m on rileydog today! I’m almost done reading Louis Aragon’s The Adventures of Telemachus. Apparently, this is also a parody of a story written by Fenelon in 1699. I’ve had previous experience with Dadaist films and visual art, but not literature. This experience has been appropriately strange. Aragon warps everything for his own pleasure. Greco-Roman […]