March 2012
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March by David Budbill
Rain-glaze on snow. Mud and ice and snow.
Coyotes feed themselves on gaunt dreams of spring. Then what comes slowly suddenly he sees. Light hovers longer in the southern sky. Brooks uncover themselves. Alders redden. Grosbeaks’ beaks turn green. Chickadee finds the song he lost last November, and blue jay abandons argument and gluttony. He cranes his neck, bobs his mitered head; he bounces...
February 2012
32 posts
...you get what you need...
community garden underway
coffee shop love
indiana thunderstorms
little cabin on the prairie
labyrinth in my backyard
free typewriter
The Song of Wandering Aengus
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something...
“Drawing on my fine command of language, I said nothing.”
– Robert Benchley
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“A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most...”
– Joan Didion
Henry Miller's 11 Writing Commandments
COMMANDMENTS
Work on one thing at a time until finished.
Start no more new books, add no more new material to “Black Spring.”
Don’t be nervous. Work calmly, joyously, recklessly on whatever is in hand.
Work according to Program and not according to mood. Stop at the appointed time!
When you can’t create you can work.
Cement a little every day, rather than add new...
Conventions →
What happens when people with one common interest gather in monstrous, fluorescent -lit halls for the weekend? Sometimes they drive each other crazy, sometimes they fall in love.
Top 5 best ‘This American Life’ I’ve ever heard
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matt vaal's dream
I pulled an all-night-er last night and before I was going to lay down I fixed this microwavable ”kettle collections” and for some reason the spices or something reminded me of how your Dad’s house smelled. Anyway, it smelled really good so I was thinking about you while I had the lame history channel show on called Only In America with Larry the Cable Guy. So I slip off to...
nuts for soldiers
Cashier: Do you want to add peanuts to your purchase, to send to the troops?
Me: I thought the troops were coming home.
Cashier: Well, wherever they are, we're sending them nuts.
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Confess. You’re afraid
the end of the world will come
before you make it home.
-Wendell Berry (Haiku)
January 2012
43 posts
Southern Vermont Food Guide →
Written by Shira Sternberg- Foodie Badass and my supervisor at the EPA. She grew up in North Bennington and hopes to create a co-op there someday!
“There are only two kinds of people in this world: somebody’s and townies.”
– Elbow (character in my new one-act)
It so happens I am sick of being a man. And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie houses dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes. The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse sobs. The only thing I want is to lie still like stones or wool. The only thing I want is to see no more stores, no gardens, no more goods, no...
Our House-CSN&Y
This song was written by...
exquisite corpse with hannah last weekend
“FETCH,” you little bitch. Even though you don’t have glasses or the right hair. If one hair is out of line your day is ruined.
Change your hair, change your life. That’s what I’ve heard, from my teachers. But I’m not born to listen. I’m born to yell, yell YELL.
It’s okay.
I guess I’ll be quiet now. Breathe deep. One. Two. Three. How high...
“I don’t have a car. I don’t have a computer, but I do have this...”
– Sam Watts
Here, God says, here is your cupful of days. If you don’t believe in God, you still get your cupful of days. Some will be spent making love, some will be spent high, some will be spent reading Ulysses, and some will be spent alone. Some will be spent around a table, a meal about to be passed, a steaming bowl of rice, some sautéed kale. It’s someone’s birthday, someone you have known for ten, no,...
