Not Forever. Just for Now.

writer + reader + cook + barista + critical thinker + southern history and culture enthusiast + Virginian / Floridian + tattooed-lady + bitter college graduate

Poetry is nothing more than intensification or illumination of common objects and everyday events until they shine with their singular nature, until we can experience their power, until we can follow their steps in the dance, until we can discern what parts they play in the Great Order of Love. How is this done? By fucking around with syntax.

—Tom Robbins :: Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Today I :

  • baked one pie, one cake, and a bunch of brownies
  • stretched in the morning
  • finished a story
  • called an old friend
  • called my bigger little brother
  • did not get an answer 
  • actually checked my messages
  • put witch hazel on my sunburned back

You love in sin; you can’t live on it.

—Wild Palms by William Faulkner

'You and me sitting here, right now, this is one of the most insidious things poetry has to combat. General education has made it too easy for everybody to have an opinion on it. On everything else, too. The only people who should be allowed to have an opinion on poetry should be poets. But as it is- But then, all artists have to suffer it, though: oblivion and scorn and indignation and, what is worse, adulation of fools'

'And,' added the Semitic man, 'what is still worse: talk.'

—William Faulkner

mpdrolet:

Self-portrait, 1985
Allen Ginsberg

mpdrolet:

Self-portrait, 1985

Allen Ginsberg

Today I

  • visited a grave
  • thought about all the mothers who helped me along the way
  • thought about all the mothers who didn’t help me along the way
  • sat in the sunshine in my apartment and worked
  • watered my plants
  • worked so hard
  • did something nice

TBT

I made this list before I moved back to Staunton three years ago :: 

  • Get an apartment (Range: $200 - $500)
  • Get a job (something that you love- or at least something that allots you time to do what you love).
  • Conserve: time, money, attention, and-most importantly- your heart.
  • Get financially stable (start paying back loans).
  • Spend more time at the library. Read the New Yorker every week.
  • Come up with an Artistic Integrity Plan (come up with a better name for Artistic Integrity Plan).
  • Get involved with people other than the Baja and the coffee shop.
  • Steer clear of the program and the actors- steer clear of Shakespeare in general.
  • Evolve socially.
  • Cut down on visits to the Baja and the coffee shop. No drinking alone unless necessary for writing.
  • Go to more events. Don’t be scared or intimidated. There will always be someone there whom you will have met or whom will go with you.
  • Please keep writing. Let others read it.
  • Old habits do die hard. Bury and forget them.

 Specific Details

  • Late June
  • Finding “love” is not an important part of this plan.
  • Stop fucking up.
  • Don’t be an asshole.
  • Remember.

Today I

  • fixed breakfast 
  • listened to bluesmen named “Junior” 
  • agreed with Junot Diaz
  • thought about the Lynchburg // James River Oil Spill
  • sat warmly in my office 
  • submitted (for publication).

Today I

  • got up at 6:15 to make eight pounds of pimento cheese
  • worked so hard
  • felt underappreciated
  • will drink so many mint juleps
  • worked on my website. 

THIS WEEK I

  • Called You Back
  • participated in a talk about translation at Black Swan Books
  • continued to design my new website (no yet!)
  • dreamed of Jessica Hische's design talents 
  • drank the most beautiful cappuccino at Can Can in Richmond
  • was constantly inspired by Nelly Kate
  • made sauteed fennel / baby greens / green apple / balsamic reduction + baked cauliflower / parmesan cheese + sliver of drunken goat cheese + toast! for my friends
  • lost my job