Showing posts with label dedications (to myself and others). Show all posts
Showing posts with label dedications (to myself and others). Show all posts
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Often
you'll feel two things at once (1)
powerfully at odds as when
one wants to spend all day in bed
yet also jump uP and buy a mop!
How good it feels to make toast!
Oh, you're young again,
the film is running backwardssdrawkcab.
Look, water leaps out of the tub,
blood c r a w l s back into the cut,
the secret's licked
out of the ear which accounts,
in part, for the struggle. . .
Often in your search_
you'll find you're {(hiding)} something...
a WARNING (!) hangs over the glistening
compartments and The woman cries out(!)
like a harp because
either the harp
that'sinsideher is being plucked
or the harp that's o u t s i d e her
is dropped
.
Please try to be careful. In these moments,
scissors are particularly poignant.
-Dean Young
you'll feel two things at once (1)
powerfully at odds as when
one wants to spend all day in bed
yet also jump uP and buy a mop!
How good it feels to make toast!
Oh, you're young again,
the film is running backwardssdrawkcab.
Look, water leaps out of the tub,
blood c r a w l s back into the cut,
the secret's licked
out of the ear which accounts,
in part, for the struggle. . .
you'll find you're {(hiding)} something...
a WARNING (!) hangs over the glistening
compartments and The woman cries out(!)
like a harp because
either the harp
that'sinsideher is being plucked
or the harp that's o u t s i d e her
is dropped
.
Please try to be careful. In these moments,
scissors are particularly poignant.
-Dean Young
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