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Wednesday, July 15th, 2009
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2:23a
A Valediction Forbidding Mourning
My swirling wants. Your frozen lips.
The grammar turned and attacked me.
Themes, written under duress.
Emptiness of the notations.
They gave me a drug that slowed the healing of wounds.
I want you to see this before I leave:
the experience of repetition as death
the failure of criticism to locate the pain
the poster in the bus that said:
my bleeding is under control
A red plant in a cemetery of plastic wreaths.
A last attempt: the language is a dialect called metaphor.
These images go unglossed: hair, glacier, flashlight.
When I think of a landscape I am thinking of a time.
When I talk of taking a trip I mean forever.
I could say: those mountains have a meaning
but further than that I could not say.
To do something very common, in my own way.
–Adrienne Rich.
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Tuesday, July 14th, 2009
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Wednesday, July 15th, 2009
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Tuesday, July 14th, 2009
selfportraits
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8:18p
302/365
“You couldn’t find two people who are less like us. And they’ve got this son - I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here?” -Minerva McGonagall
current mood:  excited
current music: Forever -- Ben Harper
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5:29p
If my unloading is too much, merely scan over my latest (and mayhap next few) entries...
I have made my peace with the fact that people will be cursing my name when I leave BMC. In the next two weeks, I will be unable to complete all of the tasks, paperwork, and filing that would make for a golden transition. One supposes my reasons are selfish in wanting to leave without people in a day or two going, "Evanne screwed us over when she left!" but there are a few good people here whom I honestly DON'T want to screw over. Corporate America can lick my salty nuts.
Man! It was time to pack up 4 minutes ago! SEE YA!
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3:55p
The Holy Longing by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Tell a wise person, or else keep silent,
Because the massman will mock it right away.
I praise what is truly alive,
What longs to be burned to death.
In the calm water of the love-nights,
Where you were begotten, where you have begotten,
A strange feeling comes over you
When you see the silent candle burning.
Now you are no longer caught
In the obsession with darkness,
And a desire for higher love-making
Sweeps you upward.
Distance does not make you falter,
Now, arriving in magic, flying,
And, finally, insane for the light,
You are the butterfly and you are gone.
And so long as you haven't experienced
This: to die and so to grow,
You are only a troubled guest
On the dark earth.
-(translated by Robert Bly)
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2:48p
I know where Wells grow -- Droughtless Wells --
Deep dug -- for Summer days --
Where Mosses go no more away --
And Pebble -- safely plays --
It's made of Fathoms -- and a Belt --
A Belt of jagged Stone --
Inlaid with Emerald -- half way down --
And Diamonds -- jumbled on --
It has no Bucket -- Were I rich
A Bucket I would buy --
I'm often thirsty -- but my lips
Are so high up -- You see --
I read in an Old fashioned Book
That People "thirst no more" --
The Wells have Buckets to them there --
It must mean that -- I'm sure --
Shall We remember Parching -- then?
Those Waters sound so grand --
I think a little Well -- like Mine --
Dearer to understand --
-Emily Dickinson
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evanneamy
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2:25p
The stress right now is overwhelming. Last night I had trouble keeping my eyes open through dinner. Eventually I gave up and curled up in bed. I was asleep by 8:00 p.m. I woke up a little after 11:00 p.m., finished dinner, and went back to sleep. I didn't want to wake up this morning either. My body is tense and my head constantly aches. LIMITS PEOPLE! I HAVE REACHED MY LIMITS!
I have two private lessons and need to get my blood drawn tomorrow, a lunch appointment and then a party in the evening on Thursday, and a class on Saturday. The full-time job and the part-time school is all mixed up in there too, but all I want to do is say goodbye to my friends and family and be ready when it's time to travel... and sleep. I guess I'll sleep in the car. The next two weeks are cuckoo-bananas crazy too, but once we get to Fort Collins, I have two and a half weeks before all of my pre-school activities... no wait, I think Darren said something about orientation being on the 4th?
Most of the time I really do like being a responsible adult, but right now I want an assistant.
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7:12p
Postcard stories #2 (the sequel)
http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kristanhoffman/~3/cjaPYBvZHMY/ http://kristanhoffman.com/?p=2498 This series of postcard stories is a sequel of sorts to this set. The assignment was to choose 1 of the original 5 to extend into a longer story. The original postcard that served as my inspiration is pictured below.
Hi! Xing:
This is your Ahyi. Can you guess where am I? China? Taiwan? No! Florida. I have been missing China, so your uncle took me to the Chinese theme park for our anniversary. He also bought me new jade bracelet to replace the one he lost last month.
25 years together, can you believe? Don’t worry, someday you will find a good man too. In fact, I know you ask me not to help, but I was just thinking… What about your friend Michael? He seem like a good boy. And no one even remember that time at the pool anymore.
Brush your teeth!
Ahyi Lin
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Xing xing:
I am happy to hear that Michael has found a nice girl. But don’t worry, many boys will want you for a wife. Just give me time to think of a match. Everyone knows: this my specialty. After all, my marriage is best in family.
Your uncle has been working very hard. Even after so many years at the factory, he still try to show the boss his value. Just like giving me bracelet. The jade is so beautiful, all solid bright green. This mean best quality. I just tell you so you know what to look for.
Anyway, we look forward to see you at family dim sum next week.
Sit up straight!
Ahyi Lin
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Xing:
Sorry it has been so long since my last card. I have hard time thinking what to say…
Did you enjoy the dim sum? Your uncle was sorry he could not come. His back has been hurting him. I think he work too hard at the factory, every night coming home so late. But he won’t go doctor. He says is not a big deal, no need to waste the money. I worry that our trip and my bracelet cost too much. What you think?
Be good.
Ahyi Lin
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Xing:
Aiya! No, I was not ashamed of you! But I am not knowing what to say about seeing you kiss your friend. I’m sure she’s very nice girl, but in the bathroom at the family dim sum? This is not good behavior.
Does your mother know? I will not tell her, but you cannot ask me to keep secret for so long.
Anyway, I am thinking to sell the jade bracelet and take your uncle to the doctor. Now his back hurt so bad that he cannot sleep in our bed. Sometime he get up in the middle of night, go for walk or something. Anyway, I thinking, this is silly. I need to fix.
Don’t sit too close to TV.
Ahyi Lin
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Xing:
The pawn man say the jade was a fake. I hope you and Cynthia have better fortune than me.
Eat your vegetable.
Ahyi Lin
Related posts: - Postcard stories
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12:44p
love's distresses, johann von goethe
WHO will hear me? Whom shall I lament to?
Who would pity me that heard my sorrows?
Ah, the lip that erst so many raptures
Used to taste, and used to give responsive,
Now is cloven, and it pains me sorely;
And it is not thus severely wounded
By my mistress having caught me fiercely,
And then gently bitten me, intending
To secure her friend more firmly to her:
No, my tender lip is crack'd thus, only
By the winds, o'er rime and frost proceeding,
Pointed, sharp, unloving, having met me.
Now the noble grape's bright juice commingled
With the bee's sweet juice, upon the fire
Of my hearth, shall ease me of my torment.
Ah, what use will all this be, if with it
Love adds not a drop of his own balsam?
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11:26a
Bongo seems to be babysitting Precious for me today.
Earlier, Precious kept screaming. Bongo kept saying, "Precious. Precious. Calm down. Precious, stop it."
Then, just now, Precious flew onto the floor. Bongo said, "Precious! Precious, come here!" until Precious flew back onto his cage.
Saves me the work, heh.
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