i wish i could paint

it was about everything ever.

insomnia is quite the motivator.

for procrasintation of course.

one of these days i'm gonna do a hell of a lot of stuff. it will probably be a thursday, because that's how these things go.

it's not fair to say i don't believe in anything.

i have found that i cannot do anything remarkably artistic (in the most self-aware sense) without referencing television. i feel like i spelled referencing wrong there, but i don't know any other way.

there is so much that is uninterpretable.

and i for one of tired of repeating things that i don't understand.

this line deleted because i didn't like it.

line space line space line

i don't see how people can stand to be in one place.

A Crime Drama

A poem
cannot be modern
in this day and age

Contemporary
is antebellum;
a word I do not understand
the meaning of

The bank robbers
got away
scot-free
with five thousand dollars cash.
Resolution

Draft

Angelo was a corporal.
corpral

The stars disappeared
They reset
je suis
and came back again
like God
like god

What caliber are those
he thought he wondered
(he didn’t wonder anything)
after they hit the ground

they were not stars at all

he counted the blasts
one two three

four

That was all he heard

Five

In the foxholes it was all thunder and shrapnel and atheism

It never finished, it just stopped and then Angelo
was the only man left
in a sea

See

corporeal

he was killed in an accident

then he came home

Men were on boats
(and others too)
It was a hard time.
But it was the last hard time.
Julia wanted to see the world so she drove her car west.
I had seen enough.
I drove east
je suis
I thought I knew all the languages.

You put your life on hold
watching the boats leave and return, barnacled and flags half-masted.
Westward

he couldn’t close his eyes anymore

Angelo was upstairs the windows were open
The windows were facing the wrong way.
Maybe a reflection
Maybe?
He spoke
but the accounts are speculation
checkmate
is what they wrote.

He had a revolver
For his temple
And a knife
For his maker

Julia was downstairs the doors were locked
No she was Catherine in this life
with the doors locked and another life on hold
we made you all the same
she heard a knock at the door

West to Cincinnati and Detroit and other places she’d never seen and still didn’t.
Each was only an Eiffel Tower and an
alley
or Vienna

she always pictured him in Vienna. (a place she had once read about)
But it was wrong we had never gone that far

I didn’t even make it halfway across the Atlantic

Lemuria, as Julia would call it.
That’s not a real place I would say.
But none of them are.

It wasn’t a knock.

he was killed in an accident, it was supposed to be safe

The company didn’t have a number. Julia was
passing by a billboard with an advertisement for cigarettes
when the car stopped

and everything else

to the west, she wouldn’t look east


He had done it

ugh

You have to learn to crawl before you learn to walk. You have to learn to lie before you learn to talk.

Is this an album title or am I just saying stuff? Who knows?

All the factories closed so we just watched television.

Also J. Edgar Hoover

I taught my class about stuff today. Like the two Red Scares and the thing that starts with a V and ends with 10,000 dead Americans.

The library didn't have a seat for me to work in or something, and I don't want to wait around so I think I'm going home now.

The Bay of Pigs Invasion

we lost the civil war, the cold war, and the war on drugs, and we're going to be in denial for a long time.

that aside, i do not wish to go on like that here and now. you know how i feel. my advice to you would probably be to quit your job. then get a job at walmart, start organizing for the unions, get fired, and collect unemployment.

things are gonna get worse before they get worse.

in other news, grading my quizzes has revealed that my students know precious little about american history. and not even the on-the-fly revisionist history i was on about earlier, but actual on paper history that even the racists who led this country for 200 some years don't dispute.

tomorrow i will lecture on eugene v. debs, the vietnam war, and ronald reagan.

It's not TV, it's HBO

Now that the Sopranos is over, does that mean the mafia isn't cool anymore?

Post number one

Well, this is a blog. I may replace my livejournal with this and I may not. The upside would be not having to use the word 'livejournal' in spoken conversation. The downside would be having to use the word 'blog' a lot more often, and possibly even 'blogosphere.' It's lose-lose, like so much in this cruel, cruel world.

Now, for dancing.