1. How people at the Village have no manners: I know that I was raised by people who are familiar with Emily Post (who? what?), and that in this day and age no one cares about proper dessert fork placement or how to consume the remainder of your soup when there’s not enough to collect [...]
Archive for December, 2008
Two Little Things That Piss Me Off Constantly
Posted in Lists, Non-fiction, tagged capitalism, children, Emily Post, Forever 21, Hollister, manners, shoplifting, The Village Thrift Store on December 27, 2008 | 2 Comments »
From “September” of “Sleeping on Sticks in Winter”
Posted in Poetry, tagged food, sex, trees on December 24, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
After the storm
I am a deciduous lover,
which is what I would say if someone ever asked—
I am trees, I would say, I am the soaking veins, the pulling
of dirt at my feet, hairdressed pollen, tree skirts
of pine needles, limbs: pine needles, or this
is where I’m going: to drink only sunlight,
to eat only water.
An Inquiry into the Despicable Treatment of Advanced Placement Exams in the High School Arena
Posted in Non-fiction, tagged A Modest Proposal, AP exams, DBQs, passage analyses, satire, the arts, World War II on December 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Ladies, gentlemen. I come to you tonight with grave news of a problem that is so ruthlessly ravaging the nation. Young, helpless children are dancing in the streets with rotting eyes and rotting brains, teeth about to fall out at the seams and hair that refuses to lay anyway but flat. Their shoes are stuffed [...]
A Creative Writing Student Learns the Art of Foreshadowing from the German Epic Tradition
Posted in Lists, tagged foreshadowing, Germany, literary devices, Nibelungenlied, tragedy on December 13, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Once there was a candlemaker named Attulus, who lived with his wife and three children on the sunny side of a brook just beside a forest. And it will be here in this forest that Attulus will come to understand the true meaning of tragedy.
In the olden days of licorice sticks and penny candy jars, [...]
Volvelle Part II
Posted in Poetry, tagged moon, spells, witchcraft on December 7, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
2 The Witches
In the oak house where these witches breed—
the vinolent old crows
with their black and brackish hair
nooked ears bled then crusted, hook
and eye undone
at the backs of their cambric robes
their breasts swinging volvelles
as they chant the phases of the moon.
Across their lips, announcing offering for a boiling pot:
a waxing gibbous [...]
Volvelle: Part I
Posted in Poetry, tagged affairs, artist, cuckold, magic, marriage, pupeteer, relationships, revenge on December 3, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
1 The Cuckold
Damek fingers the puppet of his wife
wooden-legged—crevice
where her skirt parts
into which clubbed nails dive
circling
the pulpy linden & ringed,
as if her skin were marked
with Blaschko’s lines
and the part of them that bleeds
upon entry: his heart
(not pantalettes,
the loins
of marionettes, but)
this old beating thing:
heavy, folderol of organs,
which sounds and mutters
through pinned vest, [...]
