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For some reason, Liz

It's been such a beautiful voyage.

About Me


There's absolutely nothing about me at this time. Unless you count: (A) the two wrestling dogs next to me trying to work out their ongoing sexual identity issues (B) the half-empty cup of coffee at my wrist (swishing due to the ongoing low-grade earthquake also known as my workspace), or (C) the occasional kamikaze bird who thinks the window above me is the gateway to paradise.
[Ohhhhh, was I supposed to describe something of myself here? I was using "about" in the classical sense, referring to that which is "astir" in my vicinity]. Thankfully, though, there is nothing about me that is any way more interesting than that which is astir in this room--unless you care to know that I've had terrible luck with teddybear hamsters. Hopefully this excuses me from any further description.

My Interests

Poetics (Click here to view my ugly, but longstanding, poetry blog.) . Civil engineering. Industrial decay.

I'd like to meet:

The Living: Wim Wenders. Woody Allen. Václav Havel. Yo Yo Ma. Fredrick Buechner. Adam Gopnick. Annie Dillard. Mary Oliver. Mark Doty.
The Dead: GK Chesterton. Rene Descartes. Gwendolyn Brooks. Flannery O'Connor. C.S. Lewis. Erik Satie. Claude Debussy. Robert Lowell. Sylvia Plath. Elizabeth Bishop. Czeslaw Milosz. (And Blake. And Neruda...Pound...Kipling...Rilke...) Oh, and Michelangelo Buonarroti--purely to tutor me in longanimity and letter-writing. Pedagogy in art would be totally tertiary.

Music:

Though I wish I had mad musical chops, I lack. Thank God for friends who are committed to my musical education. What would I do without Cherice's Music Guide?!

Movies:

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Yes, that's the only movie I like. The others, I probably just love.

Television:

Globetrekker. Rick Steve's Travel Europe. Burt Wolf's similar travel show. General travel shows. Other traveling-type shows.

Books:

No comment. Well, I guess I'll say this--See, I secretly fear that I'm mildly il-literate. Or maybe it's just that I'd rather not reveal my multifarious tastes in literature on the off-chance you'll like me less. Let's leave it there.

Heroes:

My parents.

My Blog

She’s Feelin’ It

  It's a festival of feeling nothingbut the ironyof feeling somethingnone(and never)thelessspawns wond'ringif we're only just perchance suppressingthat which can't but help,in breathing,suck the ...
Posted by For some reason, Liz on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 12:40:00 PST

Thread Down Through

    The banal hook,the offspring's oath--mighty irein tall tin pots.Degrees of greedand yellow cloaksand coats of hairof coarsest hand--upon which I begin to doze,as smooth as brooch,as glee...
Posted by For some reason, Liz on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 10:27:00 PST

Marilyn

  You and I arrived in Portlandthe very same year.You, by plane,me, by birth.You came from Long Island,I came with a tongue tied down,one snip, though, and soon I'd learnto say my R's hard,and yo...
Posted by For some reason, Liz on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 02:27:00 PST

No Title

  It’s more than hunger.I’m tethered at the pole,bound to beautiful persuasionsof another sort. I sway.Difficult to swallow. Endurance.Log another mile. Tonight, I’m full of ind...
Posted by For some reason, Liz on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 11:17:00 PST

(all my soft shoes went missing, thats why I am so loud)

  in/out the dooranger turning clockwise in my hearthow i hate all those suits so stuffy on sundaysrows of frozen hair make me uneasyi drop paper bombs from paper airplanesthe people feel no...
Posted by For some reason, Liz on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 09:14:00 PST

Dread No Thing

  It’s not a pretty history. Treason came and bore her ugly childrenwho trampled my gardens nearly to ruin.Against ourselves, their crimes.And it was such an easy rumor. A sort ofhell with ...
Posted by For some reason, Liz on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 07:00:00 PST

Words

  I couldn't see it coming.Nary a speck, no less a plank.Then I sank  like a buoy downed by bricks. There I was, four years old again,in those tiny blue Taylor's;defenseless as a daisy,and s...
Posted by For some reason, Liz on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 08:02:00 PST

Little Prayer

  Quicken me to the timbre and furyTo the breath of rebirthIn the keel and wingsSidle me up to the truth in the hollowsTo the shout of found hopeIn insufferable thingsThat my life in th...
Posted by For some reason, Liz on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 12:21:00 PST

Bring You

  Under low lightand nothing behind me but eyesI see out beyond the absintheand wormwood and walkmiles in red. Tomorrow's donning herhigh heels and I'm dreamingin notes of ephipany and grey,laugh...
Posted by For some reason, Liz on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 06:12:00 PST

Cheers

  I serve no platters of ham.I'm not sly enough to save my life.I ponder prose in symbols.I've never been to Mass.I'm given to uneasiness,I seldom recite Keats.I bark at moonsand visitors-I drool...
Posted by For some reason, Liz on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 09:53:00 PST