lion.mouth: Naysay you will.

Naysay you will.

By Alisha on July 2, 2008 | Permalink | Comments (4)

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.