July 9, 2011
obviously
everything has worked out with the upload now.
everything is in place. and now it is about the words, thoughts, poems and a certified lunatic, lover, poet.
my brain has been cold for the past few days but is warming back to normal now. Yesterday the whites were pulsating and greens were were in tangent.
Suddenly I could taste the wood paneling after a fire but there were Vargas posters in the bathroom (Varga Girls) and an even lovelier woman seated at my table. All in all an interesting time – the waitress was begging for a larger tip from the get go – she was awkward and tired – badly put together, but it is easy to forgive those who have night jobs to supplement the day job which masks as a career.
I expect to be famous any minute now – So t-shirts may soon be available.
I want to see a bull gore a toreador
I want to see a bull gore a toreador.
I only ever pray when an
ambulance goes by
other wise,
I don’t believe.
it’s madness but
why can’t it be cancer?
something nice and clean?
I hope this made you spill your tea.
– Hoc Scripsi
June 19, 2010
Father’s day weekend
for the next month I am only submitting to journals that do not accept electronic submissions.
unless I am otherwise asked or invited personally to submit somewhere that prefers the electronic medium.
this is not to support the USPS directly but it has that as an added benefit.
I somehow believe that rejections and acceptances experienced viscerally are more emotionally impacting.
Tomorrow is Father’s day so I will not be posting. I’ve only ever asked for things for my son for F.D. so this year I asked for him to draw me something.
To all fathers who are good at the job – Happy Fathers day.
all fathers that suck at it – go shoot yourself in the thigh with a .357 and try harder.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 