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napowrimo day 14
day 14
you looked at my writing
and said it needed more vowels.
now I’m ashamed for sharing.
there’s something in cabal
besides fear/frustration.
I don’t know how to respond
to nameless newborn babies
and I am afraid to use my hands.
I am afraid
to use my hands.
I’m aware of inhaling
of every inhalation
and its contribution to my self
and how awkward my fingernails
seem, out of place, polish childishly,
cheaply, chipped.
how important is memory?
can you be creative without memory?
I’m searching a medicine cabinet
for a multivitamin that accounts for
vowel deficiency.
will be posting 3 days of napowrimo poems tomorrow.
“getting off by being withholding” or s/t
“Make sure you’re seen as making fun of yourself, but in a self-aware and ironic way.” The big bottle gurgled as Ron freshened Rudy’s drink.
I asked whether it might be all right if I had just a third of a Xanax.
David Foster Wallace in “My Appearance,” from the story collection Girl With Curious Hair
Believer reviews editor Daniel Levin Becker wrote a book about the Oulipo. An excerpt appeared in the February 2012 issue. I am considering taking a Megabus to Chicago to attend the above event, since Levin Becker is, like his book, generous, funny, and wise. Actually, I don’t think I have time to go to Chicago and back that weekend, but I will still pick up a copy of this book, which Kirkus described as “more palatable than expected.” I’m sold.
—Andrew Leland
omegle screenshot from celesticaporn
napowrimo day 11
day 11
trans fat of literature.
fat drinks promiscuous debts.
something visceral, (re)flux(re)flex, a plague d’arc.
through wingtip triptych a pastoral apologist breathes skepticism admired.
qua-qua, locomotive? coleridge e’spanked: mustache must ache.
along edgewise splint-drain, an embalming predilection. relative,
relative, aberrations guished.
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