I often think that only webloggers read weblogs! Which might explain why so many otherwise sensible, intelligent, insightful webloggers blog almost exclusively about other weblogs. Mass solipsism or secret society?
Seoul Junk: I got a job selling brains to rich kids (SAT prep teacher in West Seoul). It'll be nice to get a check though (2000 income: $30k, 2001 income: $6k, 2002 income: wery wittle).
Manual (the mind, becoming a vagina, grasps the finger) for Odilon Redon, Intermezzo for Dante Allighieri
I. Next time we will collect that murmur,
knowing full well a set of silver forks
will not fill the heavy spaces
that sometimes fall between guests.
By dint of a half-seen reflection in those avid suspecting eyes,
the other three of us made sneaky faces to the effect that
there are ____ such that it is impossible to try to separate them.
There probably was, in fact, a sign, but who among us (least of all, me)
would presume a solely nominal concept?
~Intermezzo~ Nine bars of rumination (chew!)
II. Six presumably pure variations on a being ease song -
your quarrel tongues implied targets. Soul chicken you.
For my edifimication, a parable:
A boy graduated from school and realized his neighborhood -
previously assumed immaculate...bustling, community-based, industrious,
all the shopkeepers, uncles - emitted a noxious odor. When he arrived
at the city, for university, he Ah, never mind, it's like resuscitating the living -
it's already in you and you know it
even if you don't know that you know it...
You do.
By dint of the way your fork scrapes your incisors,
the other two of us made furtive glances to the effect that
there are ____ such that it is useless to try to unify them.
There probably was, in fact, a sign, but who among us (least of all, me)
would presume a solely nominal concept?
III. For the price of a joke, this judge will burn advice, his tongue will glide toward the spill.
This is not an easy time to be a pricess, true, but it is a good time to be an outlaw -
an outlaw who knows how to draw a round circle! No Babbitt, no Rand, no Halliburton-
Harken-Carlyle progeny-scion-apologist-urinalist steers clear of the oddest feeling.
Draw me a round circle - nope, fat chance, brother. A fake smile is an admission in any language.
-Marvin Gardens
posted by Brad Larcen 7/13/2002[edit]
