To days of inspiration: playing hooky, making something out of nothing; the need to express, to communicate. To going against the grain, going insane, going mad. To loving tension. No pension. To more than one dimension. To starving for attention, hating convention. Hating pretension. Not to mention, of course, hating dear old mom and dad.

To riding your bike midday past the three piece suits. To fruits. To no absolutes. To Absolut. To choice. To the Village Voice. To any passing fad.


(To being an 'us' for once, instead of a 'them.')


La vie boheme.

Interviewer: Trouble, the name of the album; were you ever in trouble? Were you always in trouble? Where did the title come from?

Ray Lamontagne: I had a hard time from 12 to 24. I had a very, very hard time finding any sort of peace within myself, or any idea of who I was or what I was going to do with my life. And I was very reckless with myself at times.

now I see
just how young, how scared I was.
eyes closed tight,
throwing punch after punch at the world.

--ray lamontagne, "sarah"

i never did understand stoic.
expressive is the only dialect
i'm readily able to decipher.

new hair.
photo by mollie mcpherson.

really, really miss seeing her live. feeling nostalgic. vintage missy playing on repeat.

keep, keep, keep, trees say when i sleep.
they teach.

four who reach and do not forget to reach. four whose only reason is to be and be.

--sandra cisneros

p!nk.

“Number One: With all the strife and economic woes in the world, religious intolerence, global warming — it boggles my mind that we’re spending time, energy and money trying to ban love:

Well, Wall Street is crashing, and I’m about to lose my job, but I don’t want two people I’ve never met to put on nice clothes, say nice things to each other in front of other nice people, and live happily ever after. It’s important to me in my life that that not happen. Really?

And the courts are humoring this.

Two, speaking of humor, at this march for equality, the signs that i saw; holy shit, they were funny..."but i only want one wife," held by a woman protesting the Mormon donations given to support the ban on gay marriage, which is actually illegal.

But I am in awe and constantly inspired by the ability to keep a sense of humor in the face of illegal meddling and oppression.”

an old favorite.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

--e.e. cummings

“And there’s a huge contrast in the media. Listen to Rachel Maddow or Keith Olbermann, and you’ll hear a lot of caustic remarks and mockery aimed at Republicans. But you won’t hear jokes about shooting government officials or beheading a journalist at The Washington Post. Listen to Glenn Beck or Bill O’Reilly, and you will. Of course, the likes of Mr. Beck and Mr. O’Reilly are responding to popular demand. Citizens of other democracies may marvel at the American psyche, at the way efforts by mildly liberal presidents to expand health coverage are met with cries of tyranny and talk of armed resistance. Still, that’s what happens whenever a Democrat occupies the White House, and there’s a market for anyone willing to stoke that anger.”

--Paul Krugman

pet peeve.

i hate it

when, in entertainment news or on music channels, hosts/interviewers/the non-artists say things to/about the famous person of the moment like,

"wow, so you write your own songs?"
"wow, so you sing live?"
"wow, so you play your own instruments?"
"wow, so your song lyrics are about personal experience?"

meanwhile there are and have been thousands of artists who do these things and have dones these things for years. it's the experience that we call "being an artist."


the music industry/community and the entertainment industry are so intertwined that all of the other talent that exists under the radar of the general public and major media is lost.


there are not only ten "artists" who deserve to walk red carpets and recieve nominations and awards. and there are people who audiences recognize as talented without back up dancers and autotuned vocal tracks.


/rant.

i'm not sure why the twenty-four hour news cycle even exists anymore.




the political news on Fox, MSNBC, CNN, NBC and CBS, etc., has not been news for quite some time.




it's always the same.


democrats try to pass legislation.
republicans filibuster; republicans demand tax cuts for the richest two percent of americans; republicans say things that are not true on camera.

republicans try to pass legislation.
democrats and minorities freak out; people are confused; republicans say things that are not true on camera.



democrats whine, bluff, back down, argue, make speeches. republicans say things that are not true on camera.

...

i hate that something
in not-paragraph-form is
suddenly not prose.

if someone would invent some piece of technology that could produce silence,
i would be euphoric.

observation.

sometimes,


writer of beautifully abstract poetry and/or lyrics = difficult to read and digest prose.
writer of well written prose = simpler, visceral poetic language.

Do you think my personality is written in stone?
Are you positively certain that you know what you've been shown?
I'm a snapshot of the person that you think I ought to be.

--kate miller-heidke

why the fuck would you want me back?

maybe that's because
you don't know me at all.

--ben folds

mother,
i made it up from
a bruise on the floor of this prison.

mother,
i lost it all in
the fear of the lord i was given.

the paradox that i find to be my existence continually astounds me.

if i can't mess up with open eyes, i might have it all,
but it won't be mine. i thank you all for the wealth of advice,
but i'm driving alone tonight.


--sarah bettens

dear president obama: end DADT,
or please stop promising that you will.

--rachel maddow

why was the road
made of yellow brick?
why shiny red flats,
why were they called slippers,
those can't have been rubies,
why a ridiculous dog with a ridiculous name.

no words.

so excellent.
www.fckh8.com

i found out:

i can only be who i am.
i can only do what i can.






i won't try to describe the relief.

borrow, beg, or steal: everything is real.






one day,
i might feel all right again.

don't be different for the
sake of being thus, don't
try to understand,
there is no such thing.
don't trust. whateverthefuck that means.
we're all free falling on a
rotating sphere
through nothingness.
we're pieces of dust. the stars laugh at our
claims of grandeur.