Remembrance of Things Past |
But, when nothing subsists from a distant past, after the death of others, after the destruction of objects, only the senses of smell and taste, weaker but more enduring, more intangible, more persist...
Posted by lauren on Wed, 09 May 2007 04:46:00 PST |
Three Studies B: |
So much talk of a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall and the bells in the steeple too and how in the nursery an absurd little bird is popping out to say cuckoo. In the midst of freshly co...
Posted by lauren on Wed, 09 May 2007 05:08:00 PST |
Plumb plum |
Jonah asked the girl whether she had counted how many buildings there were between the peep and the café.'I counted five,' she whispered. He took his arm down from the coin slot and looked to the girl...
Posted by lauren on Tue, 08 May 2007 02:57:00 PST |
The whalers, the sharks |
all swimin my belly
Posted by lauren on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 08:50:00 PST |
Moving to Iceland, gonna eat a lot of putrefied shark |
I found this on Wikipedia...Þorramatur (food of the þorri) is the traditional Icelandic national food. Today þorramatur is chiefly consumed during the ancient Nordic month of þorri, in January and Feb...
Posted by lauren on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 04:03:00 PST |
Doe |
`Pouting, reluctance and resistance simply will not be countenanced. Whether I have to tie you, slap you, beat you or caress you to get your compliance, it will be obtained, and to my satisfaction.'Sh...
Posted by lauren on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 10:12:00 PST |
She Gave Me Austerlitz |
I discovered W.G. Sebald's Austerlitz. I have read the first five pages and am concerned. I fear that continuing may cause me injury. It is not often that while reading I get the sense that I'm in clo...
Posted by lauren on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 09:59:00 PST |
Fistin' songs (dedicated to Adam) |
The Fist - Chubby CheckerFist And Shout - The BeatlesDo You Know How To Fist - Hank Ballard and The MidnightersThe Basie Fist - Count BasiePercolator (Fist) - Billy Joe & CheckmatesFist-Her - Bill...
Posted by lauren on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 01:12:00 PST |
A Means To An End |
At 4am the wires spark and wake me to the sudden shock of reality, of quiet outside; the trees abundant and tall shadowed in night. Down the hallway calls the shallow breathing of my sleeping father. ...
Posted by lauren on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 07:00:00 PST |
At night we make pornography |
Through the slick barrel halls of the hotel lobby, we slid our fingers against the fresh painted walls. We went wandering in the night in our complementary slippers, talking about the cleanliness of i...
Posted by lauren on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 12:30:00 PST |
