Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
Grum is a word! This makes me ungrum.
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07:07:16 PM,Wednesday 27 February 2002
God
My soul
Your soul
Your body
My body
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04:37:35 AM,Wednesday 27 February 2002
I woke up this morning...
saw an avocado in front of my alarm clock,
said to myself "Damn, I want an avocado pizza."
I got out of bed, it went round and round in my head:
"Damn, I want an avocado pizza."
I walked through the day, thinking every which-a way...
"How can I afford an avocado pizza?"
It costs ten bucks, it comes in yellow trucks,
that damn, tempting avocado pizza.
I started to despair.
I walked out into the air.
I walked and staggered and all
right on into the dining hall.
I walked right to the spot
where they serve your supper hot.
And what, what did I see?
All piping and begging for me?
I saw a pizza! And it was free!
I saw a pizza! And it was free!
I wrapped it up. I took it home.
I ate it up. I wrote this pome.
I'm full, I'm full, I'm full.
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad.
I got my damn good pizza.
My damn good little avocado pizza,
doo doo doo doooo...
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03:01:36 AM,Wednesday 27 February 2002
Mozart, 1935
Poet, be seated at the piano.
Play the present, its hoo-hoo-hoo,
Its shoo-shoo-shoo, its ric-a-nic,
Its envious cachinnation.
If they throw stones upon the roof
While you practise arpeggios,
It's because they carry down the stairs
a body in rags.
Be seated at the piano.
That lucid souvenir of the past,
The divertimento;
That airy dream of the future,
The unclouded concerto...
The snow is falling.
Strike a piercing chord.
Be thou the voice,
Not you. Be thou, be thou
The voice of angry fear,
The voice of this besieging pain.
Be thou that wintry sound
As of the great wind howling,
By which sorrow is released,
Dismissed, absolved,
In a starry placating.
We may return to Mozart.
He was young, and we, we are old.
The snow is falling
And the streets are full of cries.
Be seated, thou.
Ok, no, there's no specific connection, but you knew she had to come up in here sooner or later, didn't you? And I'm wack-nuts enough at the moment to almost want to pretend to try to understand what the smeg she was s'pposedly saying. Or at least listen to her opera. We something well fish four saints... anyway, fooey. You knew it all along. T.I.A.I.L.W.:Gertie Stein, everlovin' patron saint of strung-out lemons from Oakland to the Carousel.
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04:29:07 AM,Tuesday 26 February 2002
12:10 pm, February 25th, 2002: receive unopened jar of Marmite from mother in Montana.
2:22 am, February 26th, 2002: place utterly empty jar of Marmite lovingly in collection on bookshelf.
Fleming!
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03:38:53 AM,Tuesday 26 February 2002
These were hung up in the halls of Peterson a few days before Valentines, in little paper heart cut-outs:
Adam + Lilith
Antigone + Hymen
Venus give me license
Holding hands and squeezing spermaceti
You're my popsicle
Dante + Beatrice
Socrates + Alcibiades
Anne Eliot + Frederick Wentworth
Helen + Paris
Peaches + Cream
Blake loves his hallucinations
Milton + Satan
Natasha + Pierre
Newton + Gravity
Samson + Delilah
General Relativity + Quantum Mechanics
Sodom + Gomorrah
O Glaucon, you erotic man
She came in through the bathroom window
My precious
Her silent looks gave eloquent reproach
My anaconda don't want none if you ain't got buns, hon!
There's a tear in my beer 'cause I'm crying for ya, dear
Do you have any Italian in you? Do you want some?
Timaeus, Timaeus, Timaeus, Timaeus, Timaeus, Timaeus, Timaeus, Timaeus, Timaeus
Hug a commie!
Fatal error
I'm a genie in a bottle. Not a tea kettle.
Lavoifier's Fucking Principle
In the cage with Faraday
Old Testament girls gone wild!
Do you prefer carrots or green beans?
Phaedrus, is that a scroll or are you just happy to see me?
Kant + Hegel and Hegel + Hume and Hume + backgammon
El sexo loco de los monos
R. Atrium, R. Ventricle, L. Atrium, L. Ventricle
Make love, not senior essays
Hegel + the collective unconscious
Augustine + pears
Theseus + Phaedra
Achilles + Patroclos
Me + Dr. Ruth
Aquinas + Aristotle
Don Quixote + Dulcinea
Freud + his mom
Odysseus + Penelope
Dido + Aeneas
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06:51:23 PM,Monday 25 February 2002
Kelly F. Pirelli
ran a deli
with his sister, Shelley.
In walked Nellie.
Nellie asked for jelly.
Cold grape jelly.
Kelly told her, "Nellie,
there's no jelly.
It's all in the belly
of Shelley Mae Pirelli."
"I gotta have the jelly!"
Sighed poor Nellie.
"I gotta fill the belly
of Ellie from New Delhi!"
"Ellie from New Delhi?"
piped up Shelley.
"She despises jelly --
says it's smelly --
filling up her belly
requires vermicelli!"
Nellie bought from Kelly
a pound of vermicelli,
waved goodbye to Shelley,
and exited the deli.
Betty Masetti loved Spaghetti.
High in the mountaintops, hunting for yeti,
Strolling the veldt of the Serengeti,
Dining at home with her best friend Nettie,
Betty Masetti loved Spaghetti.
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06:39:39 PM,Monday 25 February 2002
Oh, good. The Ephemera.
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06:17:36 PM,Monday 25 February 2002
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06:10:46 PM,Monday 25 February 2002
She dumped me in February, on a Thursday. We were sitting in the dry yellow field at the College of Santa Fe. I hadn't seen her since a few days after New Year's. She told me she wanted to love everybody. She didn't want to waste her love on sex, or on any one person. She wanted to devote herself to God and Music and the Earth. She was picking up handfulls of dust and pouring them on my shoe. Her voice was very soft and cheerful. She hugged me, but couldn't kiss me, because she'd had her lip pierced the weekend before. (That piercing never did heal -- about a month ago she finally took it out and now it's closing up again.) Then she went to find the girl whose dorm she was staying in as a prospective CSF student. That's the girl she just started dating, who was straight before she met Sara, but, no, she says "She just loves people."
I got up, shook the dust from my shoe, and sat at the bus stop. The sun was out, but it was windy, like today. The bus took a long time to come. When it finally did, I stopped crying and went back up to campus. I read Kant in the bathtub. I found out what it felt like to cry underwater. In seminar I kept my head in my hands or in my book. I didn't speak or make any noise at all. Neil had left the week before. I was sitting in the same chair I'm sitting in now, only now I'm in Lab Class and it's Monday. After seminar someone asked me if I was sick. I was shivering and I guess my posture made me look nauseated. I felt kind of proud that she couldn't tell I'd been crying.
I kept expecting Jezebel to die, so all my trouble would happen at once, in threes, during Kant. A few weeks later I went to visit Sara in Texas for spring break. I didn't have much money to buy food and she was working all the time, so I ate mostly bread and Marmite and went to the public library every day. I just got a jar of Marmite today, and I've been sneaking licks of it off my fingers from under the table during lab class. When I was in Texas, we only had one knock-down conversation. She only saw me cry once. I said it felt like I had a choice, either to keep shivering and crying all the time, or to cut it all off at once, like amputating a limb. She told me to stop acting so dramatic. I don't remember making the choice one way or another, but I guess I did anyway. I don't feel anything. I'm able to be friendly with her -- she's very friendly with me; wants me to come down and hang out with her, wants to go to my oral, calls me up to talk now and then -- and I like her cat and her housemate. But I haven't cried over her for a long time, and I doubt I will again.
Tim Sparkman is talking about "sucking on your Septuagint pacifier" and "floating on a box of Kleenex". They're having the evolution or creation is it better or worse with God or the chemicals conversation. I rode on my chair and scribbled this instead. This spring break I'm going home. I'll be with my family for the first of my birthdays since I turned seventeen. I'm finally completely free. I don't have to answer to anyone.
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05:41:59 PM,Monday 25 February 2002
The blindworm, also known as the deaf adder, is neither blind nor deaf nor an adder nor a worm. It is a legless lizard.
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05:14:05 PM,Monday 25 February 2002
Cliffs Notes are more evil than anything else I can think of at the moment.
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05:30:35 AM,Monday 25 February 2002
T.I.A.I.L.W.:Djuna Barnes. I think the connection between this one and the last one is the look of scornful nonchalance, though I might have read a novel once that said that Peter the young English girl was actually Manfred, a depraved nightstalker of Paris, who was actually Thelma Wood, Miss Barnes's ill-fated suitor. So who knows.
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03:56:31 AM,Monday 25 February 2002
I want a Hallucigenia sparsa.
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03:47:45 AM,Monday 25 February 2002
A femmy girl on mushrooms beats a butchy girl on Astrology.
Proximity cuts down Anonymity.
Frederick and Auguste.
I woke up at 4:00, ah.
I'd like to eat Moon, Stars, and Broccoli Forest
The Catalogue of Ships is today.
Sara has a new girlfriend, which is a relief.
I'm wearing my Muybridge shirt with the dancing naked lady.
Gee, I'm hungry.
Alors.
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07:56:25 PM,Sunday 24 February 2002
T.I.A.I.L.W.:Peter, a young English girl. Otherwise known, perhaps, as Stephen Mary Olivia Gertrude Gordon, a young English girl. Who's more than a shadow puppet for (oh but of course) Marguerite "Radclyffe" Hall, who, fine, looks pretty bitching in an Astrakan collar, but for various other reasons involving snobbery, daschunds, and laughable angst, is ineligible to be In Loved-With, Today or any day. So, skipping her, we'll go directly to another element, her even more laughable and more creepily despicable inamorata, Una Troubridge, who, as you'll notice, wears a monocle. This is mad sexy. Jeremy Irons also wears a monocle, but this is not to the purpose. What I mean to say is, well, I was going to go on an edifying and noble digression on the subject of chicks looking hot in monacles, but to my great dismay I was only able to find, on all of google image search, one measly picture of a chick in a monocle, and, sad to tell, she doesn't really prove my thesis as rigorously as I would like to demand, so, maybe... just for today... I'll stay in love with the Young English Girl, and tweak out the tangles of my expatriat webbing another day.
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05:36:38 AM,Sunday 24 February 2002
Son, I'm deeply sorry; couldn't help myself today. Junior, I still love you -- guess life has to be this way. Son, I'm deeply sorry; couldn't help myself tonight... the world is in a terrible awful fright.
Just played that song for Ariadne and Maya. Ha. Heh. Hoo. The day's been mind-sopping. After all the classes were finished with, I came back here and listened to a bit of music. Then I thought maybe I'd go to dinner, but on the stairs I met Anita, and she told me to get my violin and follow her up to Suites. We played a hymn, and an obscure baroque bit, and part of a Haydn string quartet. There were three violins, a viola, and a cello, but one of the violins left partway through, complaining of a headache. Damn, though, it was good just to play music again. And it was good music. I love being second violin, too... no stress... just rich, fat chords, and juicy color thirds and all. I'm gonna keep playing with 'em. I wish I had more time.
Then, though, the cellist and one of the violins led me off and made me watch five episodes of Magic Girl Anime. (it was called something like Card Captor Yakura. Can't quite remember.) Oh, God. It had the cute, levitating little yellow companion animal, and the little skirts, and the squealing, and it just did something dreadful to my innards. I stayed for the pizza, though, 'cause I hadn't had dinner... but then I left. It really was a wrenching sort of thing. Made me think, though -- the stretch of time since Neil left last February is the longest I've been without a boy to hang around with. I mean, I've had conversations with boys, of course, and I'm friendly with a few around here, but they ain't my pals. It's so strange... it's not even loneliness that gets me, but girliness. Not that I'm engulfed by it, but I've just had more of it in the last year and a half than I ever had before, and nothing on the other side to balance it out. There are just more girls in proximity to me. And they're aliens, man! I swear. They're total blintzes. I don't get 'em, and they unseat me. Dunno if I wanna get 'em. I want Neil and Drano and Moss and Remi and Cody back. And my brothers and my nephew. I wanna be with them again. It's so simple and good and easy and fine. Forget the rest of this nonsense. Guh.
Anyway, then me and Ariadne played pool with the rabbits who live next door to her, and that was a good one. I wrote "I am his highness's dog at Pew; pray, tell me, Sir, whose dog are you?" on the wall with the rubber-butt end of my pool cue. Didn't win either game, but I just like the feeling of those things casting around on the cloth. I've got a mad hankering to play the dictionary game, or any of those bluffing wordy type games that Johnnies must be good at, though I've not had much of a chance to try it with 'em. Why not? No good reason. Maybe there's still time. I gotta write a precis.
I been listening to MusicMatch's radio stations. I guess I paid five bucks for it, and I'm not sure when the subscription runs out, but I gotta say I'm pretty damn impressed so far. The make-your-own stations don't work quite right; either they refuse to play at all, or they mix up too much extraneous stuff in with what I want that I turn 'em off in disgust. Like, I want just some pure stiff hardcore opera, and they throw in -- Enya. GUH. But their own generic "Classical" station is pretty damn good. Helluva lot of variety, CD-quality, good performances, no server blurting, no commercials, and they let you skip stuff you don't dig, which is something you can't get with any other kind of radio mix that I've found. They put a few restrictions on how many times you can skip in a row, but it's usually not so terrible.
I don't feel old yet, I'm getting a jar of Marmite on Monday, my head is covered in duckfluff, and things are viviparous.
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04:37:52 AM,Sunday 24 February 2002
I wanna be Danny Kaye when I grow up. Minus the whole sleeping with Sir Larry part.
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07:10:19 PM,Saturday 23 February 2002
