canada

well nothing's for certain until we've signed, but...

I sure do have my fingers crossed.

hello beautiful (potential) new home 

gotta say, I like the look of this

down with harper!

thesis written, finished, and defended.

the web portion is available here x if you are interested!

The Shrine/ An Argument

feeling this very strongly
x

If it is not purposeful, what's the fucking point?
today thinking about complexity of meaning
storms of purpose
x

AMEN

again, x

too good, thanks thom

(new radiohead album released yesterday, takes away the mean reds and reminds me of the bigger things that are happening going to happen more important than petty bullshit cropping up left right and center)

la mer, je te veux

sea journey tomorrow

It's February 1st and minus 30 in Alberta right now

today I went for my first bike ride of 2011! Woooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee it was great. I skipped school all day, and wore shorts, and my hottie boyfriend and I went to the sea and watched the city and drank delicious jj bean hot chocolate that tastes like soft serve ice cream.

life rules!

Hunter S. Thompson says

Walk tall, kick ass, learn to speak Arabic, love music and never forget you come from a long line of truth seekers, lovers and warriors 

and don't you forget it babies 

Song

The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction

the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.

Who can deny?
In dreams
it touches
the body,
in thought
constructs
a miracle,
in imagination
anguishes
till born
in human--
looks out of the heart
burning with purity--
for the burden of life
is love,

but we carry the weight
wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love.

No rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love--
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
--cannot be bitter,
cannot deny,
cannot withhold
if denied:

the weight is too heavy

--must give
for no return
as thought
is given
in solitude
in all the excellence
of its excess.

The warm bodies
shine together
in the darkness,
the hand moves
to the center
of the flesh,
the skin trembles
in happiness
and the soul comes
joyful to the eye--

yes, yes,
that's what
I wanted,
I always wanted,
I always wanted,
to return
to the body
where I was born.

                        - Allen Ginsberg 

Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction

I hole up in a cave in my brain 

cannot be bitter, cannot deny, cannot withhold if denied: the weight is too heavy

heart has first say more than ever before 

I always wanted, I always wanted, to return to the body where I was born

when you spend 20 years looking for some one 

finding them 

is unimaginable 

I live in unreality 

my life is dream life

no rest without love, no sleep without dreams of love 

(hole up/heart has first say/dream life)

Dylan Thomas, on writing. From an interview published in his collection Quite Early One Morning

Poetry is the rhythmic, inevitable narrative, movement from an overclothed blindness to a naked vision that depends in its intensity on the strength of the labour put into the creation of the poetry. My poetry is, or should be, useful to me for one reason: it is the record of my individual struggle from darkness towards some measure of light, and what of the individual struggle is still to come benefits by the sight and knowledge of the faults and fewer merits in that concrete record. My poetry is, or should be, useful to others for its individual recording of that same struggle with which they are necessarily acquainted. 

mind work

this helps the writing: x

and the writing helps the living.

and the living helps the writing.

and I am happy in my patterns and webs and ourobouros and rhythms

intersections, new ways of speaking the truth, jigga's new book, old poet

Jay-Z, on art + language: 

Art elevates and refines and transforms experience. And sometimes it just fucks with you for the fun of it. This is another place where the art of rap and the art of the hustler meet. Poets and hustlers play with language, because for them simple clarity can mean failure. They bend language, improvise, and invent new ways of speaking the truth

Wallace Stevens, on art + language: 

It Must Be Abstract 

It Must Change 

It Must Give Pleasure 

(old boys young boys same patterns) 

check out Jay-Z's new book here: x

Its 2am and I should be editing papers but I be bloggin

I got the need 

                   must must must must must return to new york soon

this makes me interminably happy

x marks the spot

(I got jonsi fever / lil jonsi forever)

yes I said yes I will yes

this morning my eyes were so full of sleep they almost ALMOST couldn't look at the sweet thing beside me we sleep late always and we sleep like a hundred foxes tangled up in each other all snouts and tails and fur until our skin melts and we become a blessed one together. everywhere we can. everything we can. I want him for thousands of reasons but also because I've known worse, he wants me for thousands of reasons but also because he hasn't known anything but goodness and this sounds scary and wrong but it makes me the luckiest woman in the world, and I keep my poisoned history to myself, and I don't let the devils in, and so my man and I float in and out of each other play like children adventure everywhere and say yes over and over and over again.

tu es mon soleil

et tu me fais tres tres tres content.


(uh oh, falling falling falling falling falling in love again)

Fyodor Fyodor Fyodor

Destroy my desires, eradicate my ideals, show me something better, and I will follow you.