The Zimmerwoman

Sunday, March 23, 2008

I think I'll have a glass of amniotic fluid. On the rocks.

I finger. Three days more and I go home. Get a facial (baga na kaayo kog nawng, literally.) Then after I name the turtle (need super names like "Happiness", example: Pa, have you found Happiness?) Last, make one-pot wonder using cauliflower. Feed lover.

It's 6:12 A-fruiting-M. I'm still not done with my poetry portfolio and I want to cry. I am crying. I kid. TV says, "these girls come out dancing in their little cheetah outfits." No. Sudden. Movements.

Happy Easter. Jesus Christ FTW.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Come Into Animal Presence
Denise Levertov

Come into animal presence
No man is so guileless as
the serpent. The lonely white
rabbit on the roof is a star
twitching its ears at the rain.
The llama intricately
folding its hind legs to be seated
not disdains but mildly
disregards human approval.
What joy when the insouciant
armadillo glances at us and doesn't
quicken his trotting
across the track into the palm brush.

What is this joy? That no animal
falters, but knows what it must do?
That the snake has no blemish,
that the rabbit inspects his strange surroundings
in white star-silence? The llama
rests in dignity, the armadillo
has some intention to pursue in the palm-forest.
Those who were sacred have remained so,
holiness does not dissolve, it is a presence
of bronze, only the sight that saw it
faltered and turned from it.
An old joy returns in holy presence.

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... LEVERTOV + LEVINAS = LOLCAT

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

(My dad's in Manila. The judge loves his soup. I ask him where he wants to eat and we end up in the same place. All this food, running for five more minutes now. I'm staying with mama over the weekend too. Stufffff! Bought three books today: Murakami, interview with Borges and Yeats. And Ariel sings, "I want more.")

Try: Bulgarian Music Idol wannawho pulls an Orghast. Funny shets.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

December at Yase
Gary Synder

You said, that October,
In the tall dry grass by the orchard
When you chose to be free,
"Again someday, maybe ten years."

After college I saw you
One time. You were strange,
And I was obsessed with a plan.

Now ten years and more have
Gone by: I've always known
where you were—
I might have gone to you
Hoping to win your love back.
You still are single.

I didn't.
I thought I must make it alone. I
Have done that.

Only in dream, like this dawn,
Does the grave, awed intensity
Of our young love
Return to my mind, to my flesh.

We had what the others
All crave and seek for;
We left it behind at nineteen.

I feel ancient, as though I had
Lived many lives.

And may never now know
If I am a fool
Or have done what my
karma demands.