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yay!

Posted on 2012.02.09 at 21:47
I have a proper blog now!

http://subpage.wordpress.com/

I'll still keep posting here for stuff I want to keep to my LJ friends, etc. But it's awesome to have consolidated some of what I've been writing the last few years. :)


Posted on 2011.05.26 at 10:03
Writing. A LOT. A lot A LOT. I'm usually fairly prolific, but it's my mental state that I find most surprising, more than anything else, how comfortably and effortlessly the writing is flowing.

I've been discovering many things about myself that I can't un-see or un-learn, and it's all terribly interesting, well, to me anyway.

These are strange times.


“Pickles are evil cucumbers.”

Posted on 2011.05.25 at 10:36
Feather in my cap: I cooked a pork, broccoli, and mushroom stir-fry for Justin, who notoriously hates vegetables (being especially sensitive to bitterness in a gustatory fashion). He ate it and loved it. Huzzah. He made a comment that he’d probably never had vegetables “properly prepared.”

So many of my talents are virtually useless outside of very specific application, so it’s unspeakably wonderful to be able to do something so practical for someone else, especially someone I hold so dear.


Posted on 2011.05.19 at 20:49
"There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep yourself open and aware to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. ... No artist is pleased. [There is] no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others."

-Martha Graham


Ommmmm

Posted on 2011.05.18 at 02:49
Man, I'm so zen. How wonderful.


Ohio is magic

Posted on 2011.05.16 at 11:44
Ohio is magic. We saw geese crossing the road. There were baby ones. It was so strange... We were in an urban area, basically an industrial park. It’s been raining and thunderstorming here lots, so the rain had cleared, but there was a haze.

It felt like a rainbow was going to descend, and as we turned the corner, there was a whole gaggle of geese, even little baby ones, all downy and pale. It was eerie.

I asked myself, “What is this place? So strange, so strange.”

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In an all-night restaurant, my husband leans forward and posits, “This place is run by vampires.”

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I assert that reductionism breeds recidivism, that the sign is not the signifier, doing my best to make the mudding of my new room less tedious. The door flies open from a strange gust of wind. “Ohio is magic,” he says to me.

“Come to majestic Ohio,” I agree.

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I jones for pith. I do not want explanations for what is happening to me.

I am the old self and the new self. With pressure and heat, they meld into an alloy.

So strange, Ohio.


Tales From the Basement

Posted on 2011.04.05 at 21:02
As I move on to my next living arrangement, I’d like to take a moment to reflect back on this one:

-I now have quite a bit of skill making various food items in a toaster oven.
-A shortage of electrical outlets drastically changes the way one lives.
-A cold and dark living space in winter makes seasonal depression worse.
-With a full kitchen and better access to a bathroom, I think I’d rather enjoy a studio apartment.
-I am glad to be living somewhere soon with a dishwasher.


Way to go, Dick!!

Posted on 2011.03.31 at 22:49
Best Local TV Personality

Dick Goddard

The inventor of local weather just turned 80 this year, complete with a celebration that was long overdue. An Akron native and lifelong Northeast Ohioan, the unassuming Goddard so often flies under the StormFOX radar because he'd rather you know about the weather he watches and the causes he supports, most notably animal rights. Yes, weathermen tend not to forge particularly resounding legacies, but Dick Goddard's place in Cleveland is secure.

On Fox 8 TV

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http://www.clevescene.com/cleveland/best-of-cleveland-2011-people-and-places/BestOf?oid=2425839


Getting up to pee in the middle of the night

Posted on 2011.03.27 at 10:37
I start in the night not sure where I am. Light is a luxury. I hear his breaths. Apologetic stertor. What time is it? A sutra comes to me like salad speak. The hallway is a tunnel. Where is the hallway? I mouth a villanelle. He's drowning. New carpet. A slant of light from the DVD player. I'm there.

The tunnel expands. I stumble with hands outstretched. The silence mocks me. Now is receding. I am half of a sutra. Zombie walk to the bathroom.

I woke up to life empty with questions ready. Now there is no one. Was it a pantoum? I woke before knowing. Instinct makes its reasons. Indoor plumbing.

A new place is better. That's what they tell us. The sutra is silence. I rest without knowing.


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(Written while still asleep and discovered the following morning.)


Romanian poetry

Posted on 2011.03.25 at 19:14
"aici peste cerul eu sunt o copil"

I had this line of poetry memorized for years from the time when I was translating Romanian poetry as a kind of project. I love the heft of Romanian, its sounds, its shapes. All these years, I carried this line with me - even as my Romanian faded and eroded and became a mass of false intuition (as my derelict languages tend to be), and this fragment was half-understood, as I could only see the vestige of its meaning and remembered it as beautiful without really grasping its exact parameters.

Google translate says "here in heaven I am a child."

And it still means so much to me after so much time has passed.

How about that.


(My vague notion of what it meant without looking was "here, under the sky, I am but a child." I guess I was close.)


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