Honestly Mistaken

This Poem Is An Essay About Our Lousy Ozone

by Gregory Sherl

I want to buy a plant with a goldfish in its vase. When I water the plant, I’ll
water the fish. It’s sad, so Many plants without fish water. Or is it the
opposite? Do fish long for photosynthesis? When I think fish food I think
Chunky Monkey, I think of Jerry Garcia and I want to smoke the clouds, make
a bong out of an entire apple tree. I’ve been around, it’s called walking.
Sometimes I wonder where you are and I hate wherever are is. I want to buy a
plant with a goldfish in its vase and set it free. Run free I’ll tell the plant. Stop
thinking about thinking. The goldfish will flip-flop like pancakes. The goldfish
will forget it’s flip-flopping every three seconds. What I’m trying to say is I’m
thinking about grown up things. I’m thinking about running into the woods 
and never coming back. 

(Source: leaveittocheever)

via leaveittocheever / 2 minutes ago / 5 notes /

Midnight

Every once in a while when I find myself staying up into the early hours, which is just as rare as it is frequent sometimes, a song that usually reminds me of one person suddenly shifts and adopts an entire new context. It’s like the nighttime and the experience of being awake in a house full of sleeping things makes me want to anticipate a new message from you, an exciting one, as they always were. This change to make me think of when I was laying on this couch, listening to these same notes and wondering when I’d realize that it was okay to leave the house and see you. Maybe we’d go to the beach again, I thought.

I’m wondering if this is normal, and maybe if I should abstain from thinking about these things, and those days, too much - but

I don’t mind.

33 minutes ago / 1 note / musings,

Sometimes I wonder

if you’re really happy playing house

in that rented space

with payments made bi-monthly.

but places like those are hard to come by.

Look at that view.

(with an imagination like that,

the insurance must be sky high.)

38 minutes ago / 1 note /

No further explanation needed.

3 days ago / 1 note /
May 25

Handel—intermixing with the orange rumble branch-lopping-service truck—can you handle me today, full of bounding ideas and language and poems? I think no,
and I know when my wife gets back from her haircut she will look ravishing; until then read a poem, write a poem. Belch. I write: “here—lyric resonance through the interrogatory, but repetition falls flat” because while it was truly a truly wonderful triplet of true feeling, he wrote “of you” again at the end, but on purpose, to make us feel flat or upset, for he cares about something other than beauty or wants to change it. I want to be him. You want to be me. We want each other. Let’s do it right here by the books amidst counterpoint and polyphony.

May 25

Handel—intermixing with the orange rumble
branch-lopping-service truck—can you
handle me today, full of bounding ideas
and language and poems? I think no,

and I know when my wife gets back from
her haircut she will look ravishing; until then
read a poem, write a poem. Belch. I write:
“here—lyric resonance through the interrogatory,
but repetition falls flat” because while it was
truly a truly wonderful triplet of true feeling,
he wrote “of you” again at the end,
but on purpose, to make us feel flat or upset,
for he cares about something other than beauty
or wants to change it. I want to be him. You want
to be me. We want each other. Let’s do it
right here by the books amidst counterpoint and
polyphony.

(Source: uutpoetry)

via uutpoetry / 5 days ago / 9 notes /

(Source: theloversblog)

via theloversblog / 2 weeks ago / 86 notes /

Today an Indian Chief told me he couldn’t trust me.

I don’t talk enough.

I am dangerous.

While he informed me of his suspicions,

a fly died inside of my coffee

and I found out the hard way.

You fit the world in your mouth and I’m jealous of all the cobweb space. I scour the neighborhood picking up your lost hairpins, smell last night in your hair. It’s a good thing, you never forgetting my waist. Maybe I’m in love or maybe I’m not in love or maybe I’ve tasted love before and haven’t brushed my teeth in a while, but you look so good in that dress I want to bake you a pie. In one of these sentences I say something important. This is what I’m going to do: touch your hips with my tongue, build you a nest out of pillowcases. We are always falling into the softness of photosynthesis. The most important part of last night is making it happen again. I was never good at math but I’m adding up the miles to your hips. Come over, I want to sober up inside you.
- “I Will Take My Pants Off While You Videotape the Moon,” Gregory Sherl

(Source: clavicola)

via clavicola / 2 weeks ago / 734 notes /

via dyslogia / 2 weeks ago / 67 notes /
The ideas of Sense are more strong, lively, and distinct than those of the Imagination; they have likewise a steadiness, order, and coherence, and are not excited at random, as those Which are the effects of human wills often are, but in a regular train or series – the admirable connection whereof sufficiently testifies the wisdom and benevolence of its Author Now the set rules or established methods wherein the Mind we depend on excites in us the ideas of sense, are called the laws of nature; and these we learn by experience, which teaches us that such and such ideas are attended with such and such other ideas, in the ordinary course of things.
- George Berkeley, Of the Principles of Human Knowledge (via philphys)
via philphys / 2 weeks ago / 43 notes /

Surrealist Breakfast
Fried eggs are not popcorn. Seaweeds are not eggs.
Many insects are about to die.
The yolk so gold and viscous runs onto my toast, into my mouth, onto your mouth, onto the dreamscape of your nakedness, superfluous.
Later we will determine what a bed is how we can have one and in what manner it shall be laid in.
Nothing like breakfast next to a bag of humongous carrots.

Surrealist Breakfast

Fried eggs are not popcorn.
Seaweeds are not eggs.

Many insects are about to die.

The yolk so gold and viscous
runs onto my toast, into my mouth,
onto your mouth,
onto the dreamscape of your nakedness,
superfluous.

Later we will determine
what a bed is
how we can have one
and in what manner
it shall be laid in.

Nothing like breakfast
next to a bag of humongous carrots.

(Source: uutpoetry)

via uutpoetry / 2 weeks ago / 84 notes /

3. Believing we are immune to temptation. 
We have far less control over our impulsive desires than we often believe. Sex, food, and drug addictions are extreme examples of this. Many addicts believe they can quit anytime they want, but in reality they are simply lying to themselves. But you don’t have to be an addict to be vulnerable to temptation. Lots of smart people end up impulsively giving in to temptation simply because it’s the easiest way to get rid of it. It sounds ridiculous, but it’s true. If someone wants to get rid of sexual desire, the easiest way is to have sex. If someone wants to get rid of hunger pain, the easiest way is to eat. Restraining from impulsive behavior in the face of temptation is not easy; it takes a great deal of self-control. So be careful, because when we have an inflated sense of control over our impulses, we tend to overexpose ourselves to temptation, which in turn promotes the impulsive behavior we want to avoid.
10 Destructive Faults in Our Way of Thinking

3. Believing we are immune to temptation.

We have far less control over our impulsive desires than we often believe. Sex, food, and drug addictions are extreme examples of this. Many addicts believe they can quit anytime they want, but in reality they are simply lying to themselves. But you don’t have to be an addict to be vulnerable to temptation. Lots of smart people end up impulsively giving in to temptation simply because it’s the easiest way to get rid of it. It sounds ridiculous, but it’s true. If someone wants to get rid of sexual desire, the easiest way is to have sex. If someone wants to get rid of hunger pain, the easiest way is to eat. Restraining from impulsive behavior in the face of temptation is not easy; it takes a great deal of self-control. So be careful, because when we have an inflated sense of control over our impulses, we tend to overexpose ourselves to temptation, which in turn promotes the impulsive behavior we want to avoid.
10 Destructive Faults in Our Way of Thinking
via brokenmachine / 3 weeks ago / 27 notes /
aseaofquotes:

Richard Russo, Empire Falls

aseaofquotes:

Richard Russo, Empire Falls

via audreyisalive / 3 weeks ago / 556 notes /

Sitting outside, eating some sort of vegetable gruel, someone is playing guitar quietly, and there’s a tv playing some sitcom just on the other side of a closed window. It’s about to rain again.

Feels like home.

4 weeks ago / 2 notes /
 
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