mabelmabel set the table

what she lacks in age, she makes up for in madness

About Me

He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy. If he could give expression to it in a book of poems perhaps men would listen.

My Interests

beatrix kiddo, soutine's dead fowl, the sunny side of the dog park, cranium, plastic turtles named michael phelphs and plastic alligators named barry manilow

I'd like to meet:

alcoholic writers (especially dead ones)

Music:

brazilian girls and blondie

Movies:

bruce lee and quentin tarantino

Television:

PBS, desperate housewives and recently grey's anatomy

Books:

amy hempel, raymond carver, brendan behan, don dellilo

Heroes:

joe strummer, john edgar wideman

My Blog

two-zero

i turn twenty in two months... why are age and birthdays such alarming things? what was twenty like for you?
Posted by mabelmabel set the table on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

i think that i shall never see a poem lovely as a tree

i hate the cold. i fucking hate it. i hate being cold. i love the sun far too much for ice and snow and wind chilled air. the fucked up part is that i dont see how i could ever leave the northeast bec...
Posted by mabelmabel set the table on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST