Lotus Fruit – Heatherbird
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November 8, 2009 • 10:00 pm 2
beware of adorable, homicidal lamps
http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1921845
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November 7, 2009 • 3:52 pm 0
papa, let’s go away somewhere
‘Don’t you remember that you used to say, all the time, you used to say, all the time: that I was your girl! There must be lots of places we can go to. I’ll work for you. I could keep house.’ -Emily Webb, Our Town
In my current apparent inability to juggle school and plays and blogging, I’ve just been reading. Arabian Nights, for one; but also this blog, because it has been a while since I have seen poetry other than my own.
I suggest:
http://estrangements.wordpress.com/2009/11/06/marissa/
http://estrangements.wordpress.com/2009/11/06/remembrance/
http://estrangements.wordpress.com/2009/11/06/something-special/
http://estrangements.wordpress.com/2009/11/06/redux-part-2/
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• 3:41 pm 0
brooke waggoner
young friend
there are
unspoiled sides of country
those hills make you moon and make you swooney
and they have wiped away the bloom from your strawberry brow
with their wispy clutch and wispy gown
I got along just fine ’til I knew you
the saddest days were the ones that I’d lose you
but now I am free; so long, I’ll see you
next year when I’m strong and I mean it
young friend
there are
silos of things that make you want to grow
In the west on farms that sound like string-lit bows
they will keep you close and they
they will keep you in good company
like the sad old tunes that make you moody
• 12:29 am 0
everyone has a right to their problems
we’re in the midst of Our Town! Tonight was our second show (and I missed opening night on account of the DTB concert) and the audience was very attentive (as far as I could see from my fool-the-fire-marshall-into-thinking-we-have-a-fire-curtain-person-on-call seat stage right). I believe everyone is out at Orem’s now.
Auditions for Arabian Nights are on Tuesday. At the very least, I’ll do the sets and posters and such again. But I’m crossing my fingers.
You should too!
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November 2, 2009 • 10:20 pm 4
a critical response
Of hardcover books I have always thought the best, although it is a discovery I make with not much consequence that they are pretty but detached, and only so forgiving. A hardcover is always your master, always provoking your worries, always allowing only what it must take, always causing you to watch where you bring it for fear of ruining the like new quality. Break a paperback’s spine, dog-ear its corners, annotate its margins. You can love a paperback.
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Self-confidence is perhaps the bane of any writing, for calculation and predicted effects surely lead counterproductively to that so undesirable stale and pained flavor. Yet do not so quickly and perhaps sarcastically, for I was never one to interpret satire satirically, decide that one formula will serve for all reactions. So often I find that calculation and so much over-analysis within the mind are the catalysts, even unbeknownst to the speaker or thinker, or philosopher. Instead counteract this automatic self-consideration and ignorance of others through the filter you create to consider, then, the effect. A waterfall of emotion is only so powerful when funneled through its proper means, else-wise it might simply rush uncontrolled and hurt.
October 31, 2009 • 5:51 pm 0
I was lying in the back seat of the bus on Friday, with my feet by that huge black monstrosity of an engine, looking up at the white watery sky through a little hole I cut out of the milky frost on the windows, and it was like staring into heaven, full of egg drop soup clouds and foggy, momentarily heated air from the mouths of bus stop children.
October 30, 2009 • 9:55 pm 0
all that ever really mattered was overlooked
unseen, katie armiger
i was right in front of you, standing in clear view
i had so much to show
i was like an open book; you never even looked
so much i wanted you to know
the deepest part of me, you never tried to reach
it would have been so easy
all you had to do was pay some attention
all you had to do was look past the surface
but, you never noticed much of anything
all you had to do was just try to listen
all you ever did was just catch a glimpse and the tragedy is that you left so much unseen
you know my favorite color’s blue, when I wore something new, and my favorite song
you didn’t know my biggest fear
was that you didn’t care
that this isn’t the life I want -
to be right by your side and have this great divide
we were close, but so far
(http://www.cmt.com/videos/katie-armiger/272219/unseen.jhtml)
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