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niCki

sideways and backwards and upside down.

About Me

i always seem to look a little too hard for things that are already there. i'm making a way here in the rush of this city. i walk the thick line that separates two very different definitions of a human being. neither pasture nor parking deck, i am nicki. who loves her horse, who loves the insides of the ocean, who dearly loves her sister, mother, and father, who adores a christopher, who still rides a bicycle to school. my fingers are often caked with potting soil. i suffer from writer's block, but for one reason or another i continue to write. i actually don't mind victorian poetry, though rilke is my favorite. built to spill holds my heart musically. fart jokes never get old.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Bill Murray ...

Music:

built to spill, the decembrists, the jackson five, ray charles, detachment kit, broken social scene, the fire theft, the arcade fire, patty griffin, the decemberists, the long winters, the temptations, the beatles, the long winters, AC newman, smashing pumpkins, pinback, sigur ros, death cab, oh me oh my squad five O (yes still), the shins, the cure, pedro my love, al green, (any oldies goldies), that song "dancing in the moonlight"--it makes me happy, howard shore, a little Mingus if i'm feeling snazzy, interpol, iron and wine, the national, jimmy swallowed the globe, drive by truckers, lucero, cliche pachebel, wilco . . . rock n roll, man. "the ground refused to die and the guitar rose again."

Movies:

eternal sunshine yes yes, life aquatic, adaptation, lotr, sandlot, almost famous, american beauty, the green mile, amelie, a very long engagement, bottle rocket, rudy . . .

Books:

slaughter house five, the fountainhead, all i really know i learned in kindergarten, rilke on love and other difficulties, letters to a young poet, the velveteen rabbit, song of myself (blades of grass), the house of the spirits, the tao of pooh, beloved . . . geeze man . . . there is a list.

Heroes:

James Keys

My Blog

spinning

he said stopand went spinning, spinning forwardinto some sort of chaotic,porch swing tendency. caps on the concrete.forward, forward.spinning forwardinto some sort of chaotic,living tendency. we all ...
Posted by niCki on Sat, 22 Sep 2007 04:58:00 PST

belonging

there you go. belonging somewhere else.
Posted by niCki on Mon, 15 Jan 2007 04:58:00 PST

gutter rat.

hey now.  we're all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. i come from a small town and i am in love.
Posted by niCki on Mon, 07 Aug 2006 03:29:00 PST

this is the new year--and i feel completely different, and not at all.

   Those pictures from the weekend are important. So important. Past moments of happiness can save your life weeks and months and years from now and then and tomorrow.    ...
Posted by niCki on Tue, 03 Jan 2006 10:15:00 PST

horses and bunnies--they know more than we do.

    "What is Real?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side. . ."Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick out handle?"     "Real is...
Posted by niCki on Mon, 05 Dec 2005 07:20:00 PST

when that southern anthem rings . . .

just like the way that you ran to wine when they made the new milk turn Jesus, a friend in the better times let your mother's bible burn freedom, a fever you suffered through and the dog drank from yo...
Posted by niCki on Sun, 30 Oct 2005 09:27:00 PST

whitman and the uncut hair of graves

16. I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,Stuff'd with the stuff that is coars...
Posted by niCki on Tue, 25 Oct 2005 08:33:00 PST

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it was four a.m. and the dance party was falling to sleep on the couch.much too late to go back  but this city is as short as i am.       weekends will never be the same...
Posted by niCki on Sun, 23 Oct 2005 11:21:00 PST

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this is not what belonging is like. ------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------- Hey. Remember hardcore?Staying up until it was too bright t...
Posted by niCki on Tue, 11 Oct 2005 09:14:00 PST

go be glory. go to atlanta.

mamma said "go be glory"    GO BE GLORY. step out of the desert    and into the sun.     ?    take me with you, love . . . on your bike ride...
Posted by niCki on Thu, 29 Sep 2005 10:44:00 PST