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writing everyday
september
Originally uploaded by ulanmaya_trois.
there's this girl who works at the cool urban outfitters in chicago's gold coast whose goal it is to produce a chapbook. but she says before that she has to put down the murakami books and read more. after that, she has to get into the habit of writing everyday.
i'm trying not to be cynical. i've been taught that before the cynicism, i first have to look at the thing for what it is. you'd be suprised at what you'd find. growing up, cynicism was always the cloak thrown over me to keep me protected.
and i thought i was ruthless enough already that i could simply highlight and delete the words i've typed just a moment ago. it's coming back: the freewriting exercise that spilled into pages of pages of english 101 drivel. kinna scary.
everyone is happy because it's friday. after 60 years, the billy goat tavern opened its first store outside of chicago, in politically-charged washington DC. a good friend calls that city home. everyone in this office knows where the nearest goats are. that's where everyone takes turns taking the floor for coverage aftermath and the stories that take place behind the camera - that the u.s. attorney may have scored another win against city hall, but that he's actually worried that everyone knows where he, his wife and kids, call home.
the urban outfitters girl says "in september, the light changes." it lengthens and goldens. how interesting that this country creates beginnings just when nature prepares to sleep - in autumn, the days hurry and the nights take their time. time rushes past you like cupped water under a fountain. time doesn't stretch any longer as you meet the chill between buildings, turn from pomegranate sunsets, daylight won't wait.
and somehow in this chaos resa managed to write.
pedestals are lonely places
if we had a moment more,
maybe two or three,
i would have told you pedestals are lonely places.
i hold my breath there,
afraid to move
under pulse of overhead light
light that softens features
creates shadows for escape
illuminates a me i didn't imagine. ¶ 9/23/2005 03:30:00 PM
september
Originally uploaded by ulanmaya_trois.
there's this girl who works at the cool urban outfitters in chicago's gold coast whose goal it is to produce a chapbook. but she says before that she has to put down the murakami books and read more. after that, she has to get into the habit of writing everyday.
i'm trying not to be cynical. i've been taught that before the cynicism, i first have to look at the thing for what it is. you'd be suprised at what you'd find. growing up, cynicism was always the cloak thrown over me to keep me protected.
and i thought i was ruthless enough already that i could simply highlight and delete the words i've typed just a moment ago. it's coming back: the freewriting exercise that spilled into pages of pages of english 101 drivel. kinna scary.
everyone is happy because it's friday. after 60 years, the billy goat tavern opened its first store outside of chicago, in politically-charged washington DC. a good friend calls that city home. everyone in this office knows where the nearest goats are. that's where everyone takes turns taking the floor for coverage aftermath and the stories that take place behind the camera - that the u.s. attorney may have scored another win against city hall, but that he's actually worried that everyone knows where he, his wife and kids, call home.
the urban outfitters girl says "in september, the light changes." it lengthens and goldens. how interesting that this country creates beginnings just when nature prepares to sleep - in autumn, the days hurry and the nights take their time. time rushes past you like cupped water under a fountain. time doesn't stretch any longer as you meet the chill between buildings, turn from pomegranate sunsets, daylight won't wait.
and somehow in this chaos resa managed to write.
pedestals are lonely places
if we had a moment more,
maybe two or three,
i would have told you pedestals are lonely places.
i hold my breath there,
afraid to move
under pulse of overhead light
light that softens features
creates shadows for escape
illuminates a me i didn't imagine. ¶ 9/23/2005 03:30:00 PM
