sensual science

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Thu, 24 Dec 2009 01:16:12 -0500

slime mold yall

Thu, 24 Dec 2009 01:12:07 -0500

slime mold yall

gpoyw as Judy Garland in 4th grade. Researched Minnesota.

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 15:16:40 -0500

gpoyw as Judy Garland in 4th grade. Researched Minnesota.

February 26th, 1956

Tue, 22 Dec 2009 18:32:08 -0500

A small note after a large orgy. It is morning, most sober, with cold white puritanical eyes; looking at me. Last night I got very drunk, very very beautifully drunk, and now I am shot, after six hours of warm sleep like a baby, with Racine to read, and not even the energy to type; I am getting the dts. Or something.

Then the worst happened, that big, dark, hunky boy, the only one there huge enough for me, who had been hunching around over women, and whose name I had asked the minute I had come into the room, but no one told me, came over and was looking hard in my eyes and it was Ted Hughes. I started yelling again about his poems and quoting: “most dear unscratchable diamond” and he yelled back, colossal, in a voice that should have come from a Pole, “You like?” and asking me if I wanted brandy, and me yelling yes and backing into the next room past the smug shining blub face of dear Bert, looking as if he had delivered at least nine or ten babies, and bang the door was shut and he was sloshing brandy into a glass and I was sloshing it at the place where my mouth was when I last knew about it.

We shouted as if in high wind, about the review, and he saying Dan knew I was beautiful, he wouldn’t have written it about a cripple, and my yelling protest in which the words “sleep with the editor” occurred with startling frequency.

And then it came to the fact that I was all there, wasn’t I, and I stamped and screamed yes, and he had obligations in the next room, and he was working in London earning ten pounds a week so he could later earn twelve pounds a week, and I was stamping and he was stamping on the floor, and he kissed me bang smash on the mouth and ripped my hairband off, my lovely red hairband scarf which has weathered the sun and much love, and whose like I shall never find again, and my favorite silver earrings: hah, I shall keep, he barked.

And when he kissed my neck I bit him long and hard on the cheek, and when we came out of the room, blood was running down his face. His poem, “I did it, I.” Such violence, and I can see how women lie down for artists. The one man in the room who was as big as his poems, huge, with hulk and dynamic chunks of words; his poems are strong and blasting like a high wind in steel girders. And I screamed in myself, thinking: oh to give myself crashing, fighting, to you.

I shall never see him again, and the thorny limitations of the day crowd in like the spikes on the gates at Queens last night: I could never sleep with him anyway, with all his friends here and his close relation to them, laughing, talking, I should be the world’s whore, as well as Roget’s strumpet. I shall never see him, he will never look for me. He said my name, Sylvia, and banged a black grinning look into my eyes, and I would like to try just this once, my force against his. But he will never come, and the blonde one, pure and smug and favored, looks, is it with projected pity and disgust? at this drunken amorphic slut.
- Sylvia Plath

nomadicway: autumnwindprod I have been here! This is Bagby...

Tue, 22 Dec 2009 17:27:53 -0500

nomadicway:

autumnwindprod

I have been here! This is Bagby Hot Springs, or looks exactly like it! Everyone is naked and it’s no big thing and the water is so so hot that you have to put in cold water straight from the creek. Chris and Ian and I just drank it, but you’re not supposed to.

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Mon, 21 Dec 2009 19:48:15 -0500

Have some goddamn respect for music, KLC.

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 18:30:00 -0500

Have some goddamn respect for music, KLC.

In Red Lodge, Montana, we have our own flock of wild turkeys....

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 18:27:00 -0500

In Red Lodge, Montana, we have our own flock of wild turkeys. They like to be in this park.

no plans no plans

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 15:22:32 -0500

I deferred TeachNOLA for a year.
I just want a year to do this thing on my own in New Orleans, but my lack of plans is unsettling to everyone—me most of all. Aaaaarggh!

“Reach out and take a chance, get hurt even, but play as well as you can.
Go team, go! Gimme an L, gimme an I, gimme a V, gimme an E. L-l-V-E, live.” -Maude

now i’m interested

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 01:46:56 -0500

now i’m interested

“red lips green lawn at night” David Lynch @ Hudson...

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 01:22:00 -0500

“red lips green lawn at night”
David Lynch @ Hudson Union Society

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[…]back in the days when he chawed, Bill could tell acid...

Fri, 18 Dec 2009 15:10:00 -0500

[…]back in the days when he chawed, Bill could tell acid from alkaline by the fizz of the soil in his mouth.

A very acid soil would crackle like those sour candies that kids eat, and it had the sharp taste of a citrus drink. A neutral soil didn’t fizz and it had the odour and flavour of the soil’s humus, caused by little creatures called “actinomycetes.” An alkaline soil tasted chalky and coated the tongue.

Geophagy: They’re gonna tell you that everything is just dirt.

blueskybluesky: evanfleischer: Springsteen - Thunder Road....

Fri, 18 Dec 2009 01:39:43 -0500

blueskybluesky:

evanfleischer:

Springsteen - Thunder Road. (1978.) Passaic, NJ.

For those of you who enjoyed “Raise Your Hand.”

Psych! Women don’t care about your muscles at all.

Fri, 18 Dec 2009 01:12:07 -0500

Psych! Women don’t care about your muscles at all.

THE ART OF MEETING MEN

Fri, 18 Dec 2009 00:23:11 -0500

THE ART OF MEETING MEN

maybe I am overreacting

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 16:02:57 -0500

There are no signs of botulism with my applesauce/jam/jelly and yet I am told this doesn’t necessarily mean that they don’t have it! This is terrible! This is like those STDs we don’t know we have. I don’t want to kill my friends. But, then again, this is probably the danger with any pressure/heat-preserved food. And I don’t know anyone who’s ever gotten botulism.
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Anyway, it is delicious.