Category: Snippets

nanda
She waited
Parked patiently on the road across from school
for the bell to ring, and the stream of eager children spilled
out of the large green front doors
I spotted her car without trying,
it was hard not to. I wasn’t sure
how to explain, or whether to do anything
but shrug as she ____ to carve enough room in her back seat
for my friend.
I sat in the front
Duct Taped windows offering a glimpse
of the true chaos—the sea of feathers—
a symphony of smells.
When she spoke she pursed her mouth
showing her deep thought. Wrinkled her brow
pushed up her glasses.

notes:
[Describe car – List poem?]
[feathers]
[pictures of hindu gods]

RAGE
Hippopotamus swimming in a still lagoon
sweetly large and curved,
hiding its rage

Solitude
An empty rowboat floating
listlessly—embedded in the glassine
surface of the lake.

History
Epstein with his hunch, hump
still full of fire
though not even 60

Tuesday, May 2, 2006
The New York Times

Drop take rejects boycott challenge prices clash in nationalizes brings gatekeepers killed the personal new.

[Ok, maybe add punctuation? Line breaks.]

Drop,
Take rejects.
Boycott,
Challenge prices,
Clash in nationalizes,
Brings gatekeepers killed
The personal new.

[I guess i have to somehow make it mine. Not sure what to do with it now…
It was the second word from every headline on the front page of the Times, taken in strict order beginning at the top left, and moving down and to the right.]

Foreboding night sky.
Machined precision.
A vivid vision,
ascending light’s cry
as winged beasts fly.

[to be continued…]

This gave me inordinate amounts of trouble… I restarted a number of times, but just couldn’t get it to work!

There is a mystery where
dark brooding lies,
amidst the coarse, violent cascade
of fiery hail.

A dark sky where nothing
will take flight.
A scene of deathness
despair— yet faith
hope in humanity
in the light of the sky {WHAT THE F*$@%?!}

Paramaters: Belly, and a yellow piece of paper->Banana (later changed to squash)

A flat belly,
an empty stomach
Dreams full of flatness
tight, sexy clothing. But,
A life without ice cream?
Not worth living!
Who wants to live
on tofu and squash
for the sake of a
flat belly.

Foreground: The splash splattered sun against the hazed glass.
The screen a grid of wire, if you move close enough it dissapears.
Paint chipping, mummified insects sleeping in the eternal breeze.
The glass is streaked, layers of windows

Middle-ground: A servery worker wanders to and fro, pacing back and forth.
The grills are out and open and the cooks are joking,
There is a sad routine to it all.
Trees, and island.

Far-ground:
Mountains — a universe of ____, the rest of the world — outside the filmy shell of our bubble.