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About Me

feisty. curly. brave. small but loud. punchy. saucy. curious. always wanting more. creative. bossy. trustworthy. loyal. stirrer of pots.

My Interests

puppets, muppets, cheese, kissing, gnyc, cruising, guns, fightclubs, books, physics, design, driving fast

I'd like to meet:

intelligent, curious, witty, mischievous, discreet, dangerous, truthsayers, someone to teach me to drive a stick shift

Music:

anything my friends play for me old french tunes w/ accordions

Movies:

dario argento, peter greenaway, david lynch, the color of pomegranates (sergei paradjanov), delicatessan, the cruise, the man who killed la mancha, the passion of joan of arc, donnie darko, the secretary, gummo

Television:

looney tunes, the muppet show, twin peaks, six feet under, curb your enthusiasm, arrested development, boston legal, weeds

Books:

l'amour fou, the book of lies, sufi poetry especially the gift by Hafiz, surrealist novels, books on physics, books on alchemy, the dutchman, haruki murakami, the amazing adventures of kavalier and clay, magister ludi: the glass bead game, kafka and camus, his dark materials, edward gorey, john bellairs young adult books, madeleine l'engle, and of course, i wouldn't be me unless sylvia plath was on the list, antonin artaud, qabalah, this is my beloved by walter benton

Heroes:

stephen hawking david bowie alexander calder

My Blog

pillotock

these days I collapseat the endfall on feathers plucked for your headI cannot lay me down without thought of youthe others, they all would eatravenous as pigeonsfrom my handsbut my palms nest in the p...
Posted by marisa on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 01:56:00 PST

9

tender-stepping the edgeof a very deep crack(crooked as a lightning bolt)like the nursery rhyme game to save my mother's backI remember how it got thereand where I fellI let the river run dryback to ...
Posted by marisa on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 10:36:00 PST

sister

there were ten yearsten years innocentand ten more waitinglearninglost on our ownso we filled volumesledgers to measureto trackand cataloguespilled our insides into wordstelling tales:of where we'd be...
Posted by marisa on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 10:18:00 PST

no helping it

we were all tips and topplesliving unlawfullike we thought there weremessages in the bottleat the end of it all there was nothing on paperjust flesh wounds to lick laterwe counted only halvesnot whole...
Posted by marisa on Fri, 17 Nov 2006 11:05:00 PST

the sweet smell of denial

I try to pretend you say too muchbut at the end of the dayI won't hear you over the yelling of my own fearwhat does it matterI'm crazy anywaythe way you try to hold meout of the streetthe way you want...
Posted by marisa on Sun, 12 Nov 2006 10:08:00 PST

husbands and wives

with a tug you are at my sleevemy shirt tornit's been five yearsand five years stitchingall that holds me inI burst at the seamsstretched tightlike I hold my insideslike you want me tokeep youlike you...
Posted by marisa on Sun, 12 Nov 2006 09:52:00 PST

there's nothing like it

it is cold and dirtyand it smells of chemicalsand wasteand the air is drier than onthis morning or the next day'splane but for the next time to comei cannot waittired and head-heavyi get on the traini...
Posted by marisa on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 12:52:00 PST

spilled paint

i will always feeli am part of somethingwhenever i am with you.
Posted by marisa on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 12:10:00 PST

tania

i can see youskidding your feetclapped hands in the airsquealing soundlessyou make friendsin the jungleyou are happiest thereyou speak in clicksand twitterstilt-a-whirlsa fairy tale creaturesmall and ...
Posted by marisa on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 12:06:00 PST

spring brains

i am curly in the headall coils and springsdevising thingsa rabbit in my hatan ace up my sleevethe trick of the acttoo clever to deceiveclay to moldthe medium of the boldthrough a lensi catch my whim ...
Posted by marisa on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 01:45:00 PST