February 2010
9 posts
January 2010
38 posts
“Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,
Where is the love?
Tonight your ghost...”
– Metric’s ‘Calculation Theme’
if all a human heart needs and searches for is love, why do we run from it?
love shouldn’t be so hard to accept into our lives. love in all its forms and meanings and energy. it is an infinite, malleable thing, so tangible. to capture. wearable.
when it’s there, people bolt. and yet when it is absent, it is missed and yearned for.
fear. fear makes most people’s hearts pump....
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Burnt Chances
Chance slips through my fingers. I am afraid I am becoming (Am terrified I already have become) Icy cold in the face of oppourtunity. It has burned me so I must remain unburnable. Potential winks at me from across A crowd of many someones (Making me feel like the only one) In a blink, disappears. I must stay invisible. Alone, no one smells my odious odour (I’m bathed in disappointment) I...
“But often now this body she wore… this body, with all its capacities,...”
– from ‘Mrs. Dalloway’ by Virginia Woolf
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Bianca's Mind Races
Bianca you are sweet and good Bianca you’re misunderstood Girl I hear your heart It’s beating strong.
Bianca you are wise and kind Bianca you are not your mind Own every part of you You can’t be wrong
If you listen to your heart, If you trust that you belong, Than even if you fall you won’t stay down
Bianca I will hold your hand Proud and strong Bianca stands Those fire sign flames ...
“The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is,...”
– from Sylvia Plath’s Tulips
“GEOFFRY: Actors should be frightened for their lives. That’s when they do...”
– Slings and Arrows, 2.01
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where did i go?
displaced i traced the expressions on your face so mine matched. show me how to tell you how i feel. so i raced to first-place (despite a weary-hearted pace) on your mark:
you got all set to go but i ran off. existance in the distance hoping your persistance catches up. i ran because i thought you were behind me.
lust sprints melancholy squints ashes fall from graceful flints of warmth.
...
then-sweet
i wish i had a time machine, i would go back to all of those fearful maybes and affirm them. i would stop negatives from making my hands shake, i would cry a YES so strong it would propel into the air, into light, stars, the sea into anywhere but here, into anywhere but no. filling up on yes’s to share i could quit throwing-up no’s all the time, making myself feel so sick.
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the show that never ends
here’s some new stuff from that old hubley classic, ‘honey & jupiter’
11. HONEY: On the mental health floor, I pray they just slice open Jupiter’s brain , dig me out of there, set me free. There is yet another doctor, but he’s only good for doing nasty impressions of and scowling at. There is a 12 year old boy here who was kicked out of his home for dropping acid. One...
cheer-up, mh.
it’s not about the city i’m in it’s about the people i love. and every day i get the guts to go outside my apartment here in toronto, i fall a little more in love and feel a little full of light.
i don’t know how i am so lucky that everywhere i go, i end up surrounded by the most inspiring, enlightening, warm-hearted, outrageous, exciting and beautiful people.
some days i...
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here's a saturday-night-thought
light your mistakes on fire. pray your distractions don’t distract you from the very breath of present passions .
choking on the past, lusting for tomorrow.
everything is smoke and mirrors and fears, so drink it all down.
don’t let your thoughts clog your throat, or block your lungs from functioning.
your hopeful eyes shine so bright… don’t let hope keep you up at...
“We are lonesome animals. We spend all our life trying to be less lonesome. One...”
– John Steinbeck (via delgrosso)
youtube, why must you freeze-frame me looking so horrific?
CNN says...:
that loads of people are feeling depressed and even suicidal after seeing “Avatar,” because they can’t live in the beautiful (and fictional world) of Pandora…
…which is pretty much how i feel after watching “The Dick van Dyke Show.”
“The slender acacia would not shake
One long milk-bloom on the tree;
The white...”
– Song from Maud, Lord Tennyson
five-minute free fall
i typed for 5 minutes straight. just now. here y’go.
Oh no I wasn’t looking at the clock so I may have started a few seconds too late. Better late than never, I suppose. Better late than never. Better something. Better anything. Get better, be better. Fitter. Fitting. Breathe. This is not a race, I just can’t stop writing is all. This is an odd narrative. Five minutes is like a marathon....
“you cannot fail, you can only learn.”
– mary-dan johnston
beginning of the 4th play
1. ‘An Introduction’ (Voices in darkness) FRAN: Memory. LYDIA: Modify. BLAKE: Now. FRAN: Remember. LYDIA: Release. BLAKE: Now. FRAN: I want to go back. LYDIA: Forward motion. BLAKE: Stand still. FRAN: I miss- LYDIA: Where are- BLAKE: You.
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4. ‘Pre-lude to The Good Old Days’
(Francis is alone with stacks of jars&containers that she stores her memories in. She...
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elementary elements
she was bucket hats and more legs than her nine years knew what to do with. she was bad spelling and bright ideas. she was freckles.
she was freckles. she was dreaming of monkey bars and missing teeth and stories about balloons, horses, and academy awards. she was not paying attention, she was tumbling along.
bed spreads over her head she dreamt about dreaming, lost at the circus! clowns in...
instant joy
make soup
drink wine slowly and enjoy it
nap at a weird time, but only for half an hour
wear the best piece of clothing you own
play with a light-up yo-yo
write musicals with your best friends
open up your favorite book to a random page and just read a few lines
eat nachos with two of your favorite people
play jenga with really awesome people
listen to the andrews sisters
go for a walk...
“Now that I’m here
Now that I’m falling to the sunlights and a song...”
– nico, the fairest of the seasons
mathematics
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“i couldn’t even begin to think about knowing how to answer that question.”
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The Almost Ghost (a poem i wrote)
Ghastly gangly hands Reaching, Ivory hands clutch ivory soap
Fingers unfurl, re-curl, A ghost in the mirror.
Layers falling to the floor She takes her body off like a dress Lets it slide off, Wrap around her feet Then
Kicked away, Kicked away.
A child in the mirror, Angles of elbows Cautionary protrusions
Hips, Knees, Ribs, Hips
Blush or bruises? Caverns for cheeks…
They used...
“You don’t tell other people your wishes. Wishes are very private. I would like...”
– Hannah, “11:11”
(a musical by me and my best friends)
