more writing lost then found

post-it for future essay, so glad that I found this and am wondering if it counts as found if you never remember losing it (or writing it). 

THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING
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My mom collected books. But unlike most book enthusiasts she didn’t believe in bookshelves, in exhibiting the bounty of her obsession, instead she hid books in closets and under tables. She stacked them under beds, stacked them even under precarious furniture creations (her other obsession being interior design). And while so many went unread, occasionally they would creep out from their stowed away places, or I would form an image of them pieced together stowed in my subconscious, pieced from grabbing my coat from the closet so many times. Or I would find them while unpacking winter sweaters (exchanging them for summer shorts and tank tops). Their contents remain unknown, but the titles run across my memory as if etched there in secret. This one especially.

 

poems poems and no place to put them

Found this and the next few by accident in my harddrive. Not polished enough for https://yotinthepot.wordpress.com/ (I’m trying to at least keep my online virtual world somewhat organized)

This one isn’t great, but seems like a good start given the warmer weather we’ve beeng having…

my feet are cold

through socks and shoes

underneath covers and pillows

underneath is the coldest cold 

underneath are my feet.

Cover Me

I have 4 Covers of pop songs that I’ve started. 

I get into it, transpose it maybe, start to write it down. 

But then I can’t ever keep myself from keeping to the song. There’s something about pop songs that’s so disappointing. 

For instance, today I listened to the opening track to the new TV On The Radio. 

The lyrics are great the thought is great, his tone is rich, honest. 

But then they need the trendy chorus, and it’s like the commercial break broke into my deep moment. I can’t work with this!!!

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVHpBCjUu8M?wmode=transparent&autohide=1&egm=0&hd=1&iv_load_policy=3&modestbranding=1&rel=0&showinfo=0&showsearch=0&w=500&h=375]

I’ve been listening to this song on repeat. I think I like it so much because I recall her expression in the video while she’s singing it. Still my favorite Bjork video. A close second is Alexander Mcqueen’s version of Alarm Call that uses the remix.

(Source: http://www.youtube.com/)

Girls and Their Rooms

and that’s why I voted for Colbert. Like, a long time ago.

walkoutofhermind:

Apparently Sen. John Kyl said that abortions constitute “well over 90 percent of what Planned Parenthood does.” Which is not true, the real figure is around 3 percent…in response, Kyl’s office said that his remark was “not intended to be a factual statement.”

And so, because he is awesome, Stephen Colbert has been tweeting non factual statements about John Kyl all day. And they are amazing. Long Live Colbert Nation. 

New Music

I feel kind of sad that I put so little effort into discovering new music to listen to. It used to be something that I did, but these days I really just have no interest. Perhaps it’s super nihilist of me or something, but it just doesn’t seem worth the effort, especially when I already have so much that I love. 

I realize this is a terrible attitude. I mean were I to suddenly appear making music in some version of reality where I did not know myself, I would not discover myself. !