Archive for December, 2011

sugar ray

December 12, 2011

covers: we will play “fly” on the ukulele!  (iturbide, the counterculture of inner city LA.)

our house smells like chai and tomato soup and grilled onions. 

i saw “the artist” today solo and my eyes glazed with tears! what a nerd! but, it was just, so, so. so something that life isn’t anymore? or maybe life never was that:  quentin blake sketch: a girl eating naked, surely the way one must eat lastly, maya angelou, you are IT. you are the bee’s knees. you are the most remarkable:

PHENOMENAL WOMAN:

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

the edge of glory!

December 9, 2011

from denis johnson’s “emergency”

“The only light visible was a streak of sunset flickering below the hem of the clouds,” and “It was still daytime, but the sun had no more power than an ornament or a sponge. In this light the truck’s hood, which had been bright orange, had turned deep blue” .

This part feels so profound and beautifully intact: “I saw bits of snow resembling an abundance of blossoms on the stems of the drive-in speakers –no, revealing the blossoms that were always there. A bull elk stood still in the pasture beyond the fence, giving off an air of authority and stupidity. And a coyote jogged across the pasture and faded away among the saplings.”

 

and when they fight they fight

December 8, 2011

and when they make up they make love  stephen shames tooso i ate SO much banana bread/coffee cake i feel sort of woozy

ya es diciembre!

December 5, 2011

beth you introduce me to the best stuff, i’d be nothing w/out you

anita dada: (most of her stuff is boring but this one is nice)the weekend was good because  on friday 1. i made the rutabaga with the onions and the mustard greens, (we signed up for a csa food share so we get 10 lbs of new york state veggies and fruit once a week.  unbelievable goodness gracious kiwis/spinach/yams/bartlett pears/i digress) 2. annabelle and abe brought tilapia from the egyptian place across the street 3. we ate it all with some white wine and then played the ukulele and went to a party with consultants and business bros and didn’t belong but we felt ecstatic, anyways.(steven shames)

and this morning was nice because annabelle and ramsey and i made toast with poached eggs on top with melted cheese on top with homemade tomato-pepper-onion-cilantro salsa on top with avocado on top, in the oven and then we ate it.

more shames, no shame:

a poem i write right now:

tomato bisque soup?
will there be bisque?
will there be biscuits for my cheese?
will there be green grapes to go with my cheese?
a slice of tart apple, crisp and sharp?
a sip of some juice, of apple juice?
no grapefruit, that’s better?
actually
i just want a cup of coffee.

barcelona

December 2, 2011

degas. 

really feel like moving there these days! back when i used my holga all the time