January 7, 2013


I'm a sap for a good poem. Here are a few that have given me that good ol' feelings ghost chill lately.

Perhaps It Is To Feel Strike

perhaps it is to feel strike
the silverfish of her nakedness
with fins sharply pleasant, my

youth has travelled toward her these years

or to snare the timid like
of her mind to my mind that i

am come by little countries to the yes

of her youth.
                     And if somebody hears
what i say -- let him be pitiful:
because i've travelled all alone
through the forest of wonderful,
and that my feet have surely known
the furious ways and the peaceful,

and because she is beautiful

- e.e. cummings

Becoming a Nun

On cold days
it is easy to be reasonable,
to button the mouth against kisses,
dust the breasts
with talcum powder
& forget
the red pulp meat
of the heart.

On those days
it beats
like a digital clock—
not a beat at all
but a steady whirring
chilly as green neon,
luminous as numerals in the dark,
cool as electricity.

& I think:
I can live without it all—
love with its blood pump,
sex with its messy hungers,
men with their peacock strutting,
their silly sexual baggage,
their wet tongues in my ear
& their words like little sugar suckers
with sour centers.

On such days
I am zipped in my body suit,
I am wearing seven league red suede boots,
I am marching over the cobblestones
as if they were the heads of men,

& I am happy
as a seven-year-old virgin
holding Daddy’s hand.

Don’t touch.
Don’t try to tempt me with your ripe persimmons.
Don’t threaten me with your volcano.
The sky is clearer when I’m not in heat,
& the poems
are colder.

- Erica Jong

O Me! O Life!

O Me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
- Walt Whitman


  1. Not sure if you go back to read the comments on my blog :)so....
    oatmeal with a tablespoon of coconut oil (it's suppose to prevent alzheimers), cinnamon, nutmeg a little honey and a handful of berries (fresh or frozen) or

    2 eggs over easy and a piece of toast no butter (I put the smashed eggs on the toast and I don't miss the butter...every little bit helps.)

    Then whenever I am hungry I eat a handful of almonds and a piece of fruit or a tablespoon of peanut butter.

    Lunch: I made a broth based soup, it's just 2 boiled chicken breasts, a frozen bag of mix veggies and a frozen bad of cauliflower. I cook the chicken in chicken broth and some salt and spices(thyme, bay leaf). Then I just have a huge bowl of that and a piece of fruit. I'm hoping the whole pot lasts this whole week....I hate cooking lunch for just me and Audrey. I don't have a problem fixing her lunch, but I have a tendency of neglecting to feed myself! This soup helps.

    If I am hungry again before dinner I just grab an apple or some greek yogurt-like a cereal bowl full :) I put honey and berries in it too. If not it tastes like eating sour cream!! :)

    we had chicken, swiss steak, stir fry, shrimp and that's all I can remember...I may need more coconut oil! haha. Anyways I usually make 2 veggies with dinner or rice, potatoes or something. I only eat one serving spoonful of the stuff that's high calorie. (normally I would eat 2 or 3)

    my biggest obstacle last week was no refined sugar....I am a huge dessert junkie.

    I'm not following any diet because they never work for me anyways. I am giving myself a "free" day. We called it sweet Saturdays. I let myself have dessert on this day and reasonably eat what I want. If I don't do this I will go batshit crazy and eat everything in sight. Last Saturday we went to Ihop for dinner and had cheesecake pancakes with strawberries....they were divine. This weekend I am making a cheesecake or peanut butter cookies. Not sure yet.

    I was down 9 lbs, but after Saturday I bounced back to only a 7.5lb loss. But, I don't feel bad about it. I refuse to feel bad about it :)

    I was going to tell you too, that I cook whole chickens in the crock pot. Just put it in (no water) and turn it on high for 6 hours. I cook chicken breasts in the crockpot too. put them in with about 1/2 cup of water, I put half a bottle of bbq sauce on them and they are delicious hot or cold. :) Makes cooking a whole lot easier!

  2. Um. "Becoming a Nun" is pretty hot. I'm not sure if that was what I was supposed to get out of that, but I did. Then I've always had a thing for priests... or just men in priest garb... or a bible story at night *ahem* I've said too much.

    The deepest I've gotten in poetry was falling in love with Poe's Annabel Lee. It was the first time a poem ever made me cry. "But we loved with a love that was more than love". Holy shit I love Poe.

    1. I remember obsessing over Poe as an overwrought 14 year old... I need to revisit.

      The sexiest poem in the entire world is by e.e. cummings... it's called 'i like my body'. Go read it.



    2. Oh myyy (please read that in George Takei's voice, it's better that way). That was hot. I had no idea that's what Cummings was up to. I feel I must explore more.

      And maybe I'm hormonal but Dark Charms just made me cry. I don't even know who I am anymore, crying over sad poetry.

    3. well I cried over a Damien Rice song today. I know who I am: a girl who will cry over just about anything :)

    4. Oh hell Damien Rice only write to make ladies cry. I'm convinced of it.


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