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in lutero

Simultanagnosia

About Me

i like the look of giant chain stores' empty parking lots. i like dingy bars and stiff drinks.

My Interests

For Grace, After A Party You do not always know what I am feeling. Last night in the warm spring air while I was blazing my tirade against someone who doesn't interest me, it was love for you that set me afire,and isn't it odd? for in rooms full of strangers my most tender feelings writhe and bear the fruit of screaming. Put out your hand, isn't there an ashtray, suddenly, there? beside the bed? And someone you love enters the room and says wouldn't you like the eggs a littledifferent today? And when they arrive they are just plain scrambled eggs and the warm weather is holding.-Frank O'Hara



I'd like to meet:



some peeps

Heroes:

alvy singer

My Blog

a little rough, with some bad grammars

The next time you meet someone who makes you want to brush your teeth a fourth time during the day,don't be shy to let them know you wish your skin could burst-ligaments and veins stretchlike firework...
Posted by in lutero on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 09:31:00 PST

something new

At a restaurant in northern Italy a girl asked to run her palmacross the hair of his forearm,biting her lip as she waited for an answerknowing he wouldn't deny such simple eros.Her smooth, Mediterrane...
Posted by in lutero on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 09:59:00 PST

an old favorite

Merwin's poem "Berryman" from Opening the Hand (1983):BerrymanI will tell you what he told mein the years just after the waras we then calledthe second world wardon't lose your arrogance yet he saidyo...
Posted by in lutero on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 12:53:00 PST

the beginning of the story, or why I can't write

Part I. Expect Poison From The Standing WaterAt 86, the fact that you still have a prick is a kind of marvel. It retains, however, no hint of its august youthfulness, its exuberant libido. Two herni...
Posted by in lutero on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 11:43:00 PST

Li-Young Lee

The WaitingNow between your eyesthe furrows shine,while your flushedoval face floatsabove the steamingbath water.Your shoulders roll, hipssway sideto side,legs stretch, rub together;you call this luxu...
Posted by in lutero on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 11:20:00 PST

amour propre

i like feeling hungryand this isn't the only masochismof which i'm guiltylast nighti opened the refrigeratorknowing full wellthat there wasn't anything insidesave leftoversand a slew of condimentsno s...
Posted by in lutero on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 12:45:00 PST

?

becauseI offer pigshitsomewhere close to where heaven and the Boweryoperate in collusionto mystify one reaching for some deified narcissismhe who many times promisingnot to look for thingswhere things...
Posted by in lutero on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 06:47:00 PST

work in progress, again

But he didn't know her. He wouldn't have thought about trying to get to know her. That was too filmic, too much the movie plot. Life isn't like the movies, they say. No, it isn't. Movies are never tha...
Posted by in lutero on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 06:15:00 PST

Fragment from an Epic Poem I'm Writing

Antebellum,the full moon behindand the lake before him,Ted Kressowski begins his pitchtossing gelem across his imageon the water and dreamsof Praguein the studio Sanford, Maineduring the dog days of s...
Posted by in lutero on Tue, 10 Oct 2006 07:50:00 PST

sharon olds, again

The PromiseWith the second drink, at the restaurant,holding hands on the bare table,we are at it again, renewing our promiseto kill each other. You are drinking gin,night-blue juniper berrydissolving ...
Posted by in lutero on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 08:49:00 PST