Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Richard Brautigan


These two poems have nothing to do with each other. One is about a lack of love and one is noticing someone- an act of love. Here they are, but first, a tale about the writer. He spoke at Humboldt State University and was so drunk and horny that the English department rented him a hooker and a hotel room.

Here is one of my favorite poems by him:

"The Pill versus The Springhill Mine Disaster"
When you take your pill
it's like a mine disaster.
I think of all the people
lost inside of you.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

I'm a Auditory Thinker

In my Linguistic class we had a homework assignment. We picked one acronym of this: AVK. Auditory thinker. Visual thinker. Kinesthetic thinker. You can transition in time, or be more than just one. As a poet, with words I should be a master of all three categories. As I listen to Johnny Cash's "The Wanderer" as I write, I have pretensions toward auditory thought. I dig music.

This blog has been a work in progress in thought for a long time. Since a jazz Professor told me that my foot steps while running connect to my heartbeat and would heal me from a family death. So I am waiting to feel that: The rhythm of my running and the click of harmony between my foot step on the Earth, my beating heart in my sweating body, and the sounds around me. My body should be a vessel for the rhythm of music. An orgasm.

Until I feel this, I am building up this blog on the music around us. My tea kettle going off. The wind rustling tree branches. A unity in nature that matches my beating heart. Johnny Cash talks about the spiritual aspect of music. "I left with nothing but the thought of you, I went wandering". I'll finish this blog one day. Right now I have only words to describe what I beg the Universe for when I sprint to this certain bridge, collapse on the wood over a river, stare at the open water, and thank the holy force that guided me to where I am in life. The stars are always above us.

To every question there is an answer if you are quiet enough to listen. When I played the clarinet in the school's band there was a moment of unity where all instruments knew their part. It felt like a brotherhood. It felt sacred. That feeling is what I look for in my foot steps, and in the heart of one to love. One day this blog will be authentic.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Accomadating

This is an original joke that my older brother Tim told me this morning. He also came up with the "I'm an alcoholic beverage" joke that I take credit for. My grand mother sends us a lot of Reader's Digest magazines to warp our humor this way. But this is very clever so I'm sharing what my Physics Brother sent his Literature sister. Whop here it is:

Commas aren't the most attractive punctuation marks, but this one particular comma has her heart set on getting into the dating scene. She asks a period for a date, but the period says, "I don't date commas, period." She asks an ellipsis, but the ellipsis says, "Um, let me get back to you on that...". Finally, after being rejected by every punctuation mark she's asked, she gets desperate and decides to ask the exclamation mark. The exclamation mark says, "I'll go on a date with you, but I should warn you that I shout everything I say, and I often give people commands!" The comma says, "It doesn't matter, I'm a comma, dating!"