Sunday, April 26, 2009

Let us all breathe in again at once

What a lovely and amazing week. My beloved came to visit and we went for a boat ride in Central Park. I really feel at my happiest when I'm out on a body of water. I also magically get infinitely drunker when on the open seas. I think this all has to do with the fact that I'm a pisces.

And this week-end I basically lived and breathed poetry, as it was my schools annual poetry festival. I spent the hours in the breath and sway of "poet-trees" and I won't even try to name all the amazing poets who read, but I will say that at more than one instance I felt the overwhelming chill that can only come with great art, and experienced the suffocation of awe. Yep. This week-end I also received possibly the greatest gift ever: a vintage typewriter. I've wanted one forever, and since I've gotten it I have been smacking out words and lines like there was no tomorrow, much to the dismay of the people who've stayed with me. But really, how beautiful:



This was the first thing I typed:

Sunday, April 5, 2009

When the world is puddle wonderful

It is now April, and that means it's National Poetry Month. One thing I occasionally dream about is owning my own bakery, and if I did I would give free muffins to anyone who could recite a poem by heart during this lovely month. At this time of year I always engulf myself in e.e. cummings -- to me he is the "spring" poet, if there can be such a thing. Here's a great poem by him, I loved this so much I wrote it on my wall in my old house so I could see it every morning.

I have been updating my 1,001 in 101 list, here. I've added several new goals, but am getting nervous because it's nearing the midway point and I am not half way through all my aspirations. Except "try 10 new cocktails", but let's be honest - I could knock that out in one debauchery filled week-end.

I've always been fascinated with psychology, I think that being a psychologist is #5 on the list of things I want to be when I grow up. So this past friday I attended a live demonstration of Rational Emotive Behavior Therapy at the Albert Ellis Institute with my best friend. They took a few audience volunteers to "therapize" in front of everyone so people could see how it's done. Of course, my buddy volunteered me. I felt like I was insulting the whole situation, since I don't have any mental issues or any real problems, but I soon got into it, and it was kind of exhilarating to bare the deepest things and worries that were living in my heart to a room full of complete strangers.

That evening I ended up at a biker bar somehow, and decided to sleep at my moms house. She didn't know I was there, and woke me up in the morning by bursting in and blessing the place with holy water. She explained that she had this sudden urge to bless the room. I didn't think anything of it, but throughout my day as I wandered around town I was approached by not one, but three psychics, all claiming that there was something that I should know about. This all convinced me that something terrible was going to happen to me, so for the past two days I've been waiting for whatever it is to happen. Then, a couple hours ago I heard police cars and an ambulance racing into my apartment complex, and then heard them stop in front of my building, and come up to my floor. I opened the door expecting that they were coming for me, that perhaps they knew that something terrible was going to happen to me and were going to rescue me. Instead they rescued my next door neighbor, who had apparently stopped breathing. I've been peeping out my peep hole hoping to see her return unharmed, and feeling silly.