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Manon

Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.

About Me



this kind of bird flies backwards and this love breaks on a windowpane where no light talks

My Interests

all things Kafkaesque/bizarre/absurd, theater, GSE 06', wine, Dada, music, oblivion, museums, politics, philosophy, traveling, mystery, history, love, the mod 60's, funk, jazz, oceans, planets, people watching, telling stories, running from bees, literature, opera, woolen socks, gin rummy, serial killers, yoga, adventures, playing the blues harp, talking to strangers, beat poetry, psychedelics, heretics, anthropology, Greek Mythology, conspiracies, tolerance, creativity, maudlinity, thoughts, dreams, quotes, patterns, no patterns...
"Again and again we are reborn. It is not enough simply to be born of the mother's womb. Many births are necessary. Be reborn always and everywhere. Again and again." -Tatsumi Hijikata

I'd like to meet:


Music:

I like crooners.

Books:

Perfume: The Story Of A Murderer- Patrick Suskind Rhinoceros- Eugene Ionesco Animal Farm- George Orwell Myra Brekinridge- Gore Vidal The Alchemist- Paolo Coelho Mila 18- Leon Uris The Phantom Tollbooth- Norton Juster A Wizard of Earthsea- Ursula K. LeGuin The Fox- D.H. Lawrence Notes From Underground & Other Stories- Fyodor Dostoyevsky Trout Fishing in America- Richard Brautigan His Dark Materials Trilogy- Philip Pullman Harry Potter Series- J.K. Rowling The Roald Dahl Omnibus The Undertaker's Gone Bananas- Paul Zindel The Catcher In The Rye- J.D. Salinger The Penal Colony & Other Stories- Franz Kafka Madame Bovary- Gustave Flaubert On The Road- Jack Kerouac The Little Prince- Antoine De Saint-Exeupery Man And His Symbols- Carl Jung Slapstick- Kurt Vonnegut Siddhartha- Herman Hesse Haunted- Chuck Pahlaniuk Bhagavad Gita The Odyssey & The Illiad- Homer Naked- David Sedaris The Labors Of Hercules- Agatha Christie Lanterns and Lances- James Thurber 1984- George Orwell The Letters Of Sigmund Freud Prozac Nation- Elizabeth Wurtzel Girl, Interrupted- Susanna Kaysen The Picture Of Dorian Gray- Oscar Wilde No Exit- Jean Paul Sartre A Confederacy Of Dunces- John Kennedy Toole 4:48 Psychosis-Sarah Kane Rotten Island-William Steig Many Moons-James Thurber Middlesex-Jeffrey Euginedes A Clockwork Orange-Anthony Burgess The World Is Round-Gertrude Stein The Phantom Tollbooth-Norton Juster

Heroes:


Peter Baird, Janis Joplin, John Lennon, Suzanne Vega, Lenny Bruce, Big L (Lamont Coleman R.I.P.), Jerzy Grotowski, Marcel Marceau, Buster Keaton, George Gershwin, Eddie Izzard, Eugene Mirman, Chaka Khan, David Bowie, Joni Mitchell, Napoleon Bonaparte, Marcel Duchamp, Mr. Broshar.....

My Blog

The Calm Before (poem.)

a storm has comethe cosmos are shifting constantlyto shroud and expose me in equal amountsflyingmy limbs are battered as thewinds of strange combineand tempest overwhelms the horizon|forfeitOMy head!...
Posted by Manon on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 06:10:00 PST

The City (poem.)

air is everywhereas we gaze uponthe city that makes our hearts go quiet our hands touchyou can feel minerals coarsing through your body like musicbut the only real sound is the pianoarpeggio arpeggio...
Posted by Manon on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 07:35:00 PST

Today (poem.)

todaywent down a flight of stairsand tripped eveningwas aware of everythingbut not properly equipped if the world is dangerouslet it carry onand the moment of quietlet it carry on ...
Posted by Manon on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 07:32:00 PST

My Voice (poem).

my voice is supported by empirical breathvulnerable and capricioussmoothly viciouswide alive in its habitatexperimentally, nocturnally andeternallyvastresonating with emotionconstance of the oceanto ...
Posted by Manon on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 07:31:00 PST

Communication Problems (poem).

communication problemsyou're brushing my facecan't you justshow and tell me what I want to hear?Im playing a record in my headand it goes aroundwhile nomeaningheiroglyphs are streaming from yourbigop...
Posted by Manon on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 07:29:00 PST

Boxcar (poem).

Theres a drug called boxcar and when you take it you will find yourself on a train again and again Freedom's Wife Is Boundary its coldhow did you get here?in transition you didn't ask forAHbut you di...
Posted by Manon on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 07:25:00 PST

I Used To (poem.)

I used to like night I would take a hot showerdrink a cup of hot teaand paint you in bamboo with my japanese calligraphy set then the morning would comeslow and greybringing me the day and the dry cl...
Posted by Manon on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 05:37:00 PST

Apocalypse (poem.)

Apocalypse I have 25 buckets of wheatfor the apocalypseand a question in my hipsfor you why do I feel that there'sa spike emanating from your heartstraight into mine when it comesI'll be in a caveand...
Posted by Manon on Sun, 19 Aug 2007 12:06:00 PST

Louis’s Birthday (short story).

  "Are you going to Scarborough fair?" asked Louis's boombox. He bent over to get a bowl from the cabinet, straining the already painful cramp in his leg. The lights were dim in the kitchen becau...
Posted by Manon on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 07:14:00 PST

Let Go (poem).

walking with a snap in my stepfingers swollenIm singing a song with no tunecarrying my worries in my heelsthey erode erode erode with each thud my feet make on the path (snap) there is no sunso there...
Posted by Manon on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 08:11:00 PST