Monthly Archive for July, 2008

You will be disappointed.

Published
by
Alisha
on July 28, 2008
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This is how it all began. Some of you will get something in the mail, but don't be fooled: it deteriorates from here.

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Hello.

Hello.

Her face could heal a man.

The first principle of divinations: speak in past tense.

The only principle.

Am I that her?

It's a trick. I recognized my gift for the first time listening to the radio.

And eventually the variety will be infinite?

In the beginning, everything was ugly, but you're right, the truth is getting prettier.

The more you have to stand back.

How does it go? The only certain part?

Try putting it there. Look at it.

Now hold its knees, and hum.

And say, That baby don't look like me.

That's advanced.

Who doesn't know that this city was founded only after taking the divinations?
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I am glad it wasn't beautiful, and then it was.

Only after.

What you lost, and what you had.

Some of your dreams are unrealistic.

And say, Mama, don't you know I love you?

It is possible to direct the birds, but only after.

When God closes a door, you should start to talk about sailing.

There are some formulas: washing things, placing them under your pillow, the rhyme commencing.

Do you remember?

You weren't not unlike yourself.
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Practice ranking a set of given possibilities.

There's given, borrowed, bought and stolen.

Tuesday, Friday, Sunday, Thursday.

The radio will help you accept your limitations.

Forget about oars and sails, you can add them later.

Do you remember your first moment of self-awareness?

It could have been at any time.

I'll tell you the object: to end up in some sort of embrace. So, whatever it takes.

There are so many songs now, and they're getting gentler.

Smarter.

You can only name the parts after, if you have to.

You have to.

For someone who is less than fully aware, but more than blindly ignorant, it makes it easier to accept the probability of unfolding events.

This is why I suggest looking away, and then memorizing.
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What do you tell people always?

Some of your dreams are unrealistic.

Do what your birds have predicted would be possible.

That's not much.

Stand back. Farther. Say, What you lost, and what you had.

What you lost, and what you had.

Compare everything to desert air.

And what if they don't believe you?

That would be stupid.

Do you remember how we met?

Not by chance.

It wasn't like that at all.

She was dragging her oars.

It was that afternoon I went sailing.

I've memorized it perfectly.

Naysay you will.

Published
by
Alisha
on July 2, 2008
in Uncategorized
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Something I would love to say one day is, "It's my birthday and you promised."

And, "Hamburgers and blue-jeans are over, brother.

Also, "Pinkberry is so passé."

I spend lots of time trying to catalogue possibilities. I think about division and multiplication, both sides of the coin.

Everything is Enumerated.

Proper nouns and common nouns. Words that whittle and words that group. We meet a sudden difference between mountains and MOUNTAINS, birds and BIRDS. MOUNTAINS and BIRDS can only be spotted by experts who've made careful eliminations.

A dogged little question: Do you understand 'singular'? How about now? Are we like that thin coin of love? Heads: our hearts in our mouths; Tails: OUR HEARTS in OUR MOUTHS.

The woman who told us that the art of losing isn't hard to master, also wrote this:

The tumult in the heart
keeps asking questions.
And then it stops and undertakes to answer
in the same tone of voice.
No one could tell the difference.

Uninnocent, these conversations start,
and then engage the senses,
only half-meaning to.
And then there is no choice,
and then there is no sense;

until a name
and all its connotation are the same.

And now--because things start, and then, and then--I'm just (nay)saying what I want.

23.

there isn't much left to explore
i laughed at the face on a hydrant

i am not a buddhist
i don't like the tones buddhists take with people

i am the ball at the end of a slack pendulum
this is my compassion

you can't have your contempt unless you brought enough for everyone
some people think filth is charming

there's a stone figure with a large hat across the street
he looks like he's drowning in a bell

when i moved my dad bought me a clean refrigerator
i saw a dress with one button at each peak of collarbone

i want all my things to be double breasted
no one is that anchored that whole

a space always filling with air
balloons foreheads

bells
lift-off

I can't say anything more about it here, but if you want to be a Naysayer, send me your address. I'm not joking, I wouldn't embarrass you like that. Send your address to alisha@existentialmedia.org, and wait. Impatiently. I'm just gonna send something back to you, it's not a big deal. NBD.

So email me. I have INTENTIONS.