for all the things
I still want to dream about us
that we would toss
turn our way lose ourselves
in each other's limbs
and rut there all over again
too small for the full-bodied voluptuousness
we carry
too small for the full-contact fuck
we create
too small for the full slick sweat we surrender
too small for the grunts and the screams
we extract from each other
to small for the way those grunts
struggle up from our stomachs
somersaulting themselves into 'iloveyous'
and spasmodic cum shots
it is good we also have the floor
and the bathroom
and the tub
and the chair
and the desk
and the park
public spaces and the wide open savannas
of our imaginations
these places will have to substitute
offer room for the volume
of our fucking and our poetry
for the way this animal love
lurches monstrous up my chest
wanting to make you happy
and warm and unafraid
and free
so - get a bigger bed
one that can hold all the things
I still want to dream
but ready me a tiny corner on this one
so I can still get lost in you.
White queer to friend: So I was sitting there at the restaurant with my parents and looked to my left, and who was there? LL Cool J! Ooooh, girl, he is fine. I was all: "Hey, LL, you can park your big Underground Railroad right in my behind!"
--UES
Hipster: You can't really enjoy Evel Knievel in the traditional sense.
--St. Mark's Place
Nine-year old boy to another: Ooh, Indiana Jones! Look, Shia LaBeouf! I used to go out with him.
--St. Mark's Place
Overheard by: learned something new about Shia LeBeouf
Proud teen: I had my picture taken with Dennis Rodman's sister.
--Houston & West Broadway
Worried hipster: And I think Judge Judy would just say that I don't have a leg to stand on.
--W 19th St
Bus driver: I know what it's like to miss a flight. You have to ride a Greyhound bus and sit next to a fat guy who eats Cheez-Its and talks about Scott Baio way too much.
--NYAS Shuttle, JFK
Overheard by: innocent bus rider
I was wondering if anyone had any quotes/poems about fear. Fear of self, fear of others, fear of whatever. Please share! =)
Oh! And here's a quote! Hope it's not too long!
"In my dream I apologize to everyone I meet. Instead of introducing myself, I apologize for not knowing why I'm alive. I am sorry. I am sorry. I apologize. In real life, oddly enough, if I am fully awake and out and about, if I catch someone's eye, I quickly look away. Perhaps this too is a form of apology. Perhaps this is the form apologies take in real life. In real life the looking away is an apology, despite the fact that when I look away I almost always feel guilty; I do not feel as if I have apologized. Instead I feel as if I have created a reason to apologize, I feel the guilt of having ignored the thing-- the encounter. I could have nodded, I could have smiled without showing my teeth. In some small way I could have wordlessly said, I see you seeing me and I apologize for not knowing why I am alive. I am sorry. I am sorry. I apologize. Afterwards, after I have looked away, I never feel as if I can say, Look, look at me again so that I can see you, so that I can acknowledge that I have seen you, so that I can see you and apologize."
-- Claudia Rankine, Don't Let Me Be Lonely
"I'll walk you."
"No, no, sometimes a person feels to be alone." "If you're alone too much," Persky said, "you think too much."
"Without a life,"
"You ain't got a life?"
"Thieves took it."
WILL THERE
BE HOPE
FOR GORILLA?
The message on the other side reads:
WILL THERE
BE HOPE
FOR MAN?
~Daniel Quinn
it is I who am absent.
At first,
belief was a joy I kept in secret,
stealing alone
into sacred places;
a quick glance, and away-- and back,
circling.
I have long since uttered your name
but now
I elude your presence.
I stop
to think about you, and my mind
at once
like a minnow darts away,
darts
into the shadows, into gleams that fret
unceasing over
the river's purling and passing.
Not for one second
will my self hold still, but wanders
anywhere,
everywhere it can turn. Not you,
it is I am absent.
You are the stream, the fish, the light,
the pulsing shadow,
you are the unchanging presence, in whom all
moves and changes.
How can I focus my flickering, perceive
at the fountain's heart
the sapphire I know is there?
Fabulous woman: That's all vodka under the bridge.
--55 Bar
Overheard by: Girl Margaret
Huge man to small child trying to participate in conversation: No, son, we're not talking about your school--we're talking about Bam! You trying to get all up in the Kool-Aid, but you don't even know the flavor.
--C Train
Drunk girl, accidentally taking swig of vodka instead of water: This wetness is spicy!
--Bergen St, Brooklyn
Overheard by: Gnomies
Skinny teen: I wish they made diet water.
--Times Square
JAP: I'd like a Pellegrino.
--Hooters
Middle-aged suit yelling into cell: No- I want to see you drink the bong water!
--Port Authority
Overheard by: Me Too...
Here's another stupid question of mine.
Does anyone know if hummus is part of the legume food group or the vegetable food group? I'm not sure if chickpeas are a vegetable or a legume.
I always categorize my food into the food pyramid (which has now changed for me since I'm a new vegan, yay!) because I try to eat a balanced diet.
Yuppie: I don't google enough.
--F Train, 7th Ave
Overheard by: imaginexrach
Girl on cell: Not being on Facebook is ruining my life!
--NYU Bus
Overheard by: Asian Kid
Assistant on phone, about her 17-year-old daughter's MySpace page: I find it interesting that she and her friend Shannon have the same friend listed. Some 32-year-old guy in California named Tom!
--Office on 42nd & Madison
Overheard by: herspace
Man: I'm going to go home and e-mail some shameless bitches.
--8th St & Broadway
Grad student at computer, dolefully: Without right-click I just don't know what to do with the world.
--Columbia University
Overheard by: Ladle
Fast forward to now, I've been extremely tired recently. I just moved to the Netherlands 3 weeks ago so at first I was blaming jetlag. However, one thing I've been doing differently is that my fiance and I are consuming more soy products than ever.. we eat soy yogurt, soy milk, and soy meat substitutes pretty much every day. Back when I used to get my dizzy spells we were veggie and eating some soy products but not as much. The reason for more consumption now is partially because we haven't gotten our bearings here yet and it's hard to find anything but soy subs at normal stores, (and lord knows I'm not very good at cooking beans).
I've been doing a lot of reading online and it seems that raw tofu and other soy products that aren't as processed can contain quite a bit of iron/zinc uptake inhibitors. So now I'm wondering if this is contributing to my extreme fatigue, and what I can do about it. I haven't seen Rice Dream here at all (although probably if I go to a natural foods store), and I didn't like it that much when i tried it 2 years ago, but i'd be willing to give it another go. As far as yogurt.. I think I'm out of luck?
I'm feeling pretty down about food.. it seems like it should be so easy to just eat, but there is always some problem or another. Everyone is always saying "oh just eat a balanced diet" but I'm starting to feel like "what the hell is a balanced diet". Especially since I'm overweight, I'm constantly questionijng if Im eating too much carbs, too much sugar, but then i'm (striving to be) vegan, so cant eat the dairy products, and now soy is bad too? I already eat a lot of fruit and veggies everyday (3-5 servings of each of these) but what is left on the side? Also I have been taking a multivitamin everyday.
Has anyone else run into fatigue/soy issues? Any ideas how I can manage to get all my vitamins and not gain weight? I feel like right now I can't even turn to my trusty veganomicon because it calls for a lot of exotic ingredients, which a)i wouldn't know where to find here and b) i don't know the name of in dutch. Lastly, any ideas for non-soy substitutes that you have heard are tasty.. thanks and sorry for the long rant/explanation.
The end of the affair is always death.
She's my workshop. Slippery eye,
out of the tribe of myself my breath
finds you gone. I horrify
those who stand by. I am fed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
Finger to finger, now she's mine.
She's not too far. She's my encounter.
I beat her like a bell. I recline
in the bower where you used to mount her.
You borrowed me on the flowered spread.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
Take for instance this night, my love,
that every single couple puts together
with a joint overturning, beneath, above,
the abundant two on sponge and feather,
kneeling and pushing, head to head.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
( I break out of my body this way )