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grey sea

if I were you, I'd take a permanent vacation

About Me

I like tiny things. no, i mean really tiny.

and trash

and things that are sewn

Also I finally learned how to ride a bike! Take that pedestrians! !

My Interests

hobos, sewing circle, photography, art, poetry, (scary) movies, nesting, nonprofits, dance parties (1+), tiny things, other people's garbage=my gold, unsellable books, breakfast.

I'd like to meet:


Twerps and mooks.
These guys:

Music:

ELO. garage rock, MC5, thin lizzy, the zombies, heart, bob d., sam cooke, the mountain goats, the jam, stones, gang of four, joe jackson, bluegrass, pavement, the sonics, the animals, the pretty things, acoustic guitar, moldy peaches, live music. anything off key & clapping.

Movies:

Documentaries. Harlan County USA. all 70's movies. Spagetti westerns. Polanski. Jarmusch. ladies and gentlemen: the fabulous stains, smithereens, ratcatcher, the warriors, if. I also like scary movies, i.e. carnival of souls, susperia, the haunting, the changeling, the innocents, don't look now.

Television:

square pegs, family ties, pee wee's playhouse. Freaks and Geeks.

Books:

unreliable narators. the invisible man. rare but useless books, design books, Richard Brautigan, Wallace Stevens, Matt Rohrer, Mary Ruefle, Amy Hemple, George Saunders, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Jesus' Son, The Tin Drum, Streets of Crocodiles, Adventures in the Skin Trade.

Heroes:

Claes Oldenburg. George Plimpton. Susan Sontag. Eggleston. Ed Ruscha. Billy Childish.

My Blog

Time Was So Immensely Lengthened That It Practically Ceased to Exist

I would like to name the world without describing it. Some days I wake up and it seems to ask for a name. The clock on the desk and the light in the window. They hang around like a lost ghost waiting ...
Posted by grey sea on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 09:47:00 PST

My Way is the Highway

poem to be published in Jubilat, The journal at UMass Amherst... My Way is the HighwayHow do I say you sullen me in ogled places all over? You beard like a freshly mown lawn, crooked in the sprin...
Posted by grey sea on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 05:43:00 PST

After the Wreckage

After the Wreckage Wake up.You have eaten the last honeyed crumbs of your dream life.Look in the mirror to find yourself covered in freckles, your eyes a blue dark stain above which is a forehead of p...
Posted by grey sea on Sat, 13 Jan 2007 09:26:00 PST

Like Forgetfulness

Like Forgetfulness                  If you make a face and someone startles you, lie down somewhere under glassine mountain...
Posted by grey sea on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 11:27:00 PST

Dear San Francisco

Dear San Francisco, You are not Chicago. I really cannot stress this enough. Underline. Your streets have a stiff breeze but they will never be truly windy. It's okay. We are all constantly not be...
Posted by grey sea on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 03:30:00 PST

Pet Hospital

Pet Hospital There's a window in my bedroom that spans the whole eastern wall and it's like I'm living in the middle of the street or hovering above the intersection, close enough so pedestrians gi...
Posted by grey sea on Wed, 01 Nov 2006 04:17:00 PST

Dear Susan Sontag,

Dear Susan Sontag, I admire the whiteness of your hair and its outstanding size. Sometimes I try to get a similar effect but my face can't carry the weight, it caves in like the grand canyon an...
Posted by grey sea on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 12:15:00 PST

Modern Electrics

Modern Electrics Go to sleep. You are a gloomy angel with much grocery shopping to do. Unwritten messages swirl in the wind and you catch them like raining burritos. Do not fear your inner do...
Posted by grey sea on Mon, 28 Aug 2006 02:13:00 PST

August Poem

Do you want a piece of toast? I have been reading many books on how to make people happy and I think toast has something to do with it, though it may not be the heart. What I mean to say is things cru...
Posted by grey sea on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 01:33:00 PST

Dear Marlon Brando

Dear Marlon Brando I am not a blonde.And I think youve had more sex than me.But maybe it was movie sex which doesnt count.Today for breakfast I had two overcooked eggs on a piece of t...
Posted by grey sea on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 03:05:00 PST