Guys with topknots
straight guys who carry book satchels
asian guys walking alone with their bicycles
every fluffy dog in the universe
seaweed
bok choy
going back full time to an ashtanga studio (I'll save money when I'm dead)
replacing my sweets fetish with a salty fetish
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Me and mom looking for water.
Mom: Bushes like this, they grow by the water.
Me: I see a glistening!
Mom teaching me to fish.
MOM: You take the salmon egg and put it on the hook, you push in on the bobber. Carrie, you're going to have to move. You reel it in like this, when you go to cast it in you push this in so the line will go out. I don't think there's any fish here. Rainbow trout looks just like a rainbow but there is a trout that looks just like these rocks. Next time I'm going to buy some waders.
Me: Look that tree fell over there, halfway, but the other tree caught it.
Mom: OK just one more time then we're going to move.
A beach with other peoples shoes. I want to follow the path because its safer.
Me: Let's keep catching rocks.
MOM: It's too shallow.
ME: Let's go eat some trout & I'll pretend you caught it.
(Year of the Hailstorm)
ME: There's a fisherman.
MOM: He's flyfishing.
ME: See how he's standing up elevated away from the water. You should do that.
MOM: Carrie, I'm not taking you fishing with me again.
ME: I really don't like the wilderness, mom. Why don't you ask the fisherman for advice?
MOM:I don't need no man for nothing.
Mom: Bushes like this, they grow by the water.
Me: I see a glistening!
Mom teaching me to fish.
MOM: You take the salmon egg and put it on the hook, you push in on the bobber. Carrie, you're going to have to move. You reel it in like this, when you go to cast it in you push this in so the line will go out. I don't think there's any fish here. Rainbow trout looks just like a rainbow but there is a trout that looks just like these rocks. Next time I'm going to buy some waders.
Me: Look that tree fell over there, halfway, but the other tree caught it.
Mom: OK just one more time then we're going to move.
A beach with other peoples shoes. I want to follow the path because its safer.
Me: Let's keep catching rocks.
MOM: It's too shallow.
ME: Let's go eat some trout & I'll pretend you caught it.
(Year of the Hailstorm)
ME: There's a fisherman.
MOM: He's flyfishing.
ME: See how he's standing up elevated away from the water. You should do that.
MOM: Carrie, I'm not taking you fishing with me again.
ME: I really don't like the wilderness, mom. Why don't you ask the fisherman for advice?
MOM:I don't need no man for nothing.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Thursday, July 08, 2010
Kinda glad I'm out of Oakland tonight, but kinda wish I was in Oakland tonight. I want to be where the action is. Hard to know what to say but it isn't right. Too bad you always have to fight so hard against the world.
Was talking to someone in the cafe today, and she was a library activist, or something. On the board of directors for the library? Is that a thing? She saw a library book in my bag and started asking me which library and how do I like it! I said SF Main, better than Oakland, because the selection is better, and they have Link +. She didn't know what Link + was so I told her and she asked me if I was "in research"! I said no, I'm a poet, I have to. So then she was impressed and told me I must have a great command of the English language and I said "yeah." That is all we get. Then it occurred to me how most of us or a lot of us do work equivalent to someone "in research," but I bet they get paid. And why do we do it we are insane.
Have to say, despite Silliman's views on W.S. Merwin, I like him. He may be conservative, but I don't feel like "school of quietude." There is a spirituality in him that I dig. I connect school of quietude with like backyard barbecues and mundanity, domesticity, but he is never mundane. I like all the spaces that the lack of punctuation creates. I checked out The Lice tonight and Sorry, Tree. The insides look similar except Myles uses more periods.
Also played my records tonight. The first song was Power Station, then Katrina and the Waves, then Bonnie Tyler. Roommate didn't seem to be annoyed and told me to be as loud as I want! She can sleep through anything. Sweet. I'm in the big room, stealing internet from someone, our is *pending.*
Was talking to someone in the cafe today, and she was a library activist, or something. On the board of directors for the library? Is that a thing? She saw a library book in my bag and started asking me which library and how do I like it! I said SF Main, better than Oakland, because the selection is better, and they have Link +. She didn't know what Link + was so I told her and she asked me if I was "in research"! I said no, I'm a poet, I have to. So then she was impressed and told me I must have a great command of the English language and I said "yeah." That is all we get. Then it occurred to me how most of us or a lot of us do work equivalent to someone "in research," but I bet they get paid. And why do we do it we are insane.
Have to say, despite Silliman's views on W.S. Merwin, I like him. He may be conservative, but I don't feel like "school of quietude." There is a spirituality in him that I dig. I connect school of quietude with like backyard barbecues and mundanity, domesticity, but he is never mundane. I like all the spaces that the lack of punctuation creates. I checked out The Lice tonight and Sorry, Tree. The insides look similar except Myles uses more periods.
Also played my records tonight. The first song was Power Station, then Katrina and the Waves, then Bonnie Tyler. Roommate didn't seem to be annoyed and told me to be as loud as I want! She can sleep through anything. Sweet. I'm in the big room, stealing internet from someone, our is *pending.*
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