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So a friend of mine pitched down the sound of a baby crying and

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Paul Ryan dreaming of power

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Paul Ryan dreaming of power

It’s my birthday today, and this is one of my favorite Yevtushenko poems, so here you go:

"Birthday" - Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Mother, let me congratulate you on
the birthday of your son.
You worry so much about him. Here he lies, 
he earns little, his marriage was unwise, 
he’s long, he’s getting thin, he hasn’t shaved.
Oh, what a miserable loving gaze! 
I should congratulate you if I may
mother on your worry’s birthday.
It was from you he inherited
devotion without pity to this age
and arrogant and awkward in his faith
from you he took his faith, the Revolution.
You didn’t make him prosperous or famous, 
and fearlessness is his only talent.
Open up his windows, 
let in the twittering in the leafy branches, 
kiss his eyes open.
Give him his notebook and his ink bottle, 
give him a drink of milk and watch him go.

so… it’s been a while since i’ve updated here, and i’ll fill in relevant details soon. but this last weekend was lively enough to break me out of my rut of apathy toward tumblr and the like. 

part 1:

on friday night i performed in a collaborative piece with the amazing poet (and amazing friend) jason conger. both the style of writing/delivery and the sound manipulation are something of an homage to john giorno (it’s called “poem in the john giorno manner,” in an homage to ted berrigan). the whole premise was sort of a list poem about ways in which we’re afraid to die. at least that’s where it started a few weeks ago. in any case, we got a positive reaction and i hope it’s the first step in a rekindled habit of collaboration with jason.

and, being part of the greenwood poetry pub crawl, i got to see a whole crew of solid, compelling poets perform. but that wasn’t all for the weekend…

today was really beautiful, but something sad happened on the way home this afternoon. stopped at a light and i see a kitten huddling underneath a truck a few cars ahead. i’m thinking, “be safe, kitty!” as soon as the cars begin to move, the kitten darts out and into my lane. i wonder if it made it across, but when the car ahead of me moves i see that the kitten’s laying in the road, twitching. it’s clearly been injured badly, but it’s still moving. i turn on my emergency lights and run out of the car, scoop up the kitten and take off. she’s very dirty, covered in burrs, and clearly has had a rough life. i google for emergency vets, but there aren’t any nearby and traffic is thick and slow moving. we’re not back in the car more than a few minutes before she stops gasping and writhing, and just lays there. when we get home, i wrap her up in some fabric and start digging in the back yard. the ground’s dry and rocky and i’m dripping with sweat when i finish. i take a few minutes and say a few words to myself and go inside. as soon as i picked her up i had wondered what could even be done to help, but i hope she was comforted a little bit in the last few minutes and knew something else was caring about her. now she’s resting under the tree out back. i had to give blackie an extra big hug tonight.

today was really beautiful, but something sad happened on the way home this afternoon. stopped at a light and i see a kitten huddling underneath a truck a few cars ahead. i’m thinking, “be safe, kitty!” as soon as the cars begin to move, the kitten darts out and into my lane. i wonder if it made it across, but when the car ahead of me moves i see that the kitten’s laying in the road, twitching. it’s clearly been injured badly, but it’s still moving. i turn on my emergency lights and run out of the car, scoop up the kitten and take off. she’s very dirty, covered in burrs, and clearly has had a rough life. i google for emergency vets, but there aren’t any nearby and traffic is thick and slow moving. we’re not back in the car more than a few minutes before she stops gasping and writhing, and just lays there. when we get home, i wrap her up in some fabric and start digging in the back yard. the ground’s dry and rocky and i’m dripping with sweat when i finish. i take a few minutes and say a few words to myself and go inside. as soon as i picked her up i had wondered what could even be done to help, but i hope she was comforted a little bit in the last few minutes and knew something else was caring about her. now she’s resting under the tree out back. i had to give blackie an extra big hug tonight.

Computer need new body. Granted! If I don’t have to fiddle with a bunch of tiny screws for a while, that’d be alright. (but I almost certainly will)

Computer need new body. Granted! If I don’t have to fiddle with a bunch of tiny screws for a while, that’d be alright. (but I almost certainly will)