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Joseph Citro

if we take man as he is, we make him worse; if we take him as he ought to be, we help him become it.

About Me

in one word "sesquipedalian," in two words... "see sesquipedalian" Although, three words would be "I'll have Guinness..." The ellipsis was insinuating 'please.'

My Interests

everything

I'd like to meet:

Myself from the future, telling me that my calculations for time travel are correct... Or maybe Marcel Duchamp, so he can tell me what really happened to "fountain." It's been bugging me all week. Other than that, possibly you, if you pass my easy to follow 745 question personality test.

swan lake-what i feel when i see the beautiful that which we confine to words is already dead in our hearts... she sang beyond the genius of the sea... nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands the course of true love never did run smooth the fierce between-title from Buddhist theology- the place between death and rebirth everything moves towards the blue joy of life- art in happiness is art eternal i dreamed i was inside this landscape everything good i have felt can be felt through this painted when i was 19. the phoenix-painted after 9/11 blooms and unblossoms love is so short, forgetting so long hearts are not had as gifts, but earned by those that are not entirely beautiful i have been patient so long i have forgotten everything into the strenuous briefness, life!watercolors $100

Music:

Dylan, Beatles, Lennon after Beatles, Nick Drake, Jeff Buckley, Elliot Smith, Miles Davis, Joni Mitchell, Glenn Gould, Mahler, Chopin, Messiaen, Stravinsky, Barber, Beethoven, Mozart,Clancy Brothers, Ashkenazy, Thievery Corp, Massive attack, Portishead,Beck,Spinal Tap, death cab for cutie, martin sexton, radiohead, broken social scene, arcade fire, modest mouse, bloc party, Lola's Ruin and anything that brings me back to the 80's. Oh yeah and Big Tymers, plus all other good music, such as Sam Cooke and anyone else

Books:

are like raindrops, they are the birth of many things...

My Blog

in the morning, this is best read aloud

it is a little like swimming beneath a garden of stars, turning like shadows of summer hair against the turning white blankets of morning thoughts, and like opening and closing finger...
Posted by Joseph Citro on Mon, 30 Jun 2008 11:32:00 PST

first chapter of my novel

I abscond and write from my dark, but blithe, corner of existence.  I have been young and old and old and young.  Entering life and creating my own abeyance, from which my eyes looked out to...
Posted by Joseph Citro on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 02:45:00 PST

transatlanticism

this blue note in this warm shivering night blue sky. this 9th street dancing slowly underneath the unreal architecture of instinctual modality. this ineluctable gravity, this... "i need you so...
Posted by Joseph Citro on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 10:31:00 PST

Gwen

i have lost you more than found. Tonight, I have searched under the underneath, and you are not there, anymore. Yet i still see you from the other night, with your gold shoes, and your head leaning b...
Posted by Joseph Citro on Mon, 26 May 2008 09:45:00 PST

a thought of painting

My art begins in water, in my blood, pumping through me before i notice it, like a shadow inside, full of dark secrets, below words or phrases and then comes to boil in my imagination, igniting my han...
Posted by Joseph Citro on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 11:28:00 PST

music in twelve parts (glass in words)

A leviathan of loquaciousness, leveling language and language leveling lethargy: little Lethe, little lethe Laudanumian lavage, lave this hollow heart& Lean leaning layer, leap over the lectern& ...
Posted by Joseph Citro on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 03:08:00 PST

Under Her Breath

The unrecovered blossoms unblossoming, and the sycamore leaf pressed against glassy blue. The cavernous mess of white silk sheets, and pink laced panties on a hardwood floor. The lights don't work; ...
Posted by Joseph Citro on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 07:09:00 PST

Night

I watch her disappear, not watch, but feel her gone.  Like a beautiful oasis, she glimmers beside me. I have traveled so far, And I am still thirsty for her. I hold her hand and she crumble...
Posted by Joseph Citro on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 04:33:00 PST

oceans

In fluttering, minutely saddened sighs, full of deep down torrents, bathed in crimson, deeply embracing the languid blue.   Sand would slip through her fingers as she lifted her palms to my cheek...
Posted by Joseph Citro on Sat, 16 Jun 2007 09:37:00 PST

a little night music

blowing smoke rings and watching them float through the air then fade with the dark.
Posted by Joseph Citro on Sat, 16 Jun 2007 09:36:00 PST