long tail
stumbled into a nice selfreflection on being rather ‘long tail’ than ‘a-list’ concerning blogging and the personal operating distance just now at futancy, a project with the charming subtitle ‘poetry used to hide my small genitals’:
“I dunno, you dunno, James Dean doesn’t know… so we’ll all see.
By we all, I mean the six people who read the site (I know that at least four of you are my mom hitting refresh to boost my self esteem… Love you mom.)”
a poetry* blog with an good share of references to genitals, by the way. (lucky you, theory will save us all. the author can still be dead. if you wanna.)
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*concerning poetry and this feel forcing you into the subtle and strenuous dimensions - ‘i think it’s very dangerous if we do not take whats ours’. well, that one is fundamental. listen to miss jaymay singing exactly that one in ‘gray or blue’ here. (’i can’t keep staring at your mouth without wondering how it tastes’)
“Frauenberufe”
Der Artikel “Rapunzel-Diät statt Machtkontrolle” und insbesondere die Kommentare im Forum sind aufschlussreich in Hinblick auf das schon ein wenig über den Westernhorizont hinaus getrabte Diskurspferdchen ‘Neuer’ Feminismus. Der Brückenschlag zwischen ‘Feminisierung’ und Untergang einer Berufsbranche ist mir nicht klar; allerdings knüpft der Text auf wirklich magische Weise an eine unlängst geführte nächtliche Diskussion in der Trinkstube Hegels an. Die Zeichen lesen?
a poem a day - ‘frenzy’
this lady’s been an exciting and desired kick quite some times. oh, angels, keep the windows open. listen to her lines:
FRENZY
I am not lazy.
I am on the amphetamine of the soul.
I am, each day,
typing out the God
my typewriter believes in.
Very quick. Very intense,
like a wolf at a live heart.
Not lazy.
When a lazy man, they say,
looks toward heaven,
the angels close the windows.
Oh angels,
keep the windows open
so that I may reach in
and steal each object,
objects that tell me the sea is not dying,
objects that tell me the dirt has a life-wish,
that the Christ who walked for me,
walked on true ground
and that this frenzy,
like bees stinging the heart all morning,
will keep the angels
with their windows open,
wide as an English bathtub.
ANNE SEXTON in THE AWFUL ROWING TOWARD GOD (1975)
Verbal Cartoon
an langsamen tagen wie diesem ist die lektüre schöner, erheiternder zeilen von vorteil. empfehlenswert hierzu ist - wie so häufig - der zuverlässige output timothy mc sweeneys. heute machte mich, angesichts sanfter nachdenklichkeit überS eigene, dieser verbal cartoon aus dem hause dan liebert lachen:
Relationships.
She believes the key to relationships is “trust,”
whereas I’ve always felt the most important thing
in a relationship is me.
