Cami Park

Archive for December, 2009|Monthly archive page

Mungo Millenium, Best of (+ bonus new image and link)

In How to, List, Science on December 31, 2009 at 12:01 am

The last 6 months of 2009, anyway. It’s a young blog.

Post-Civil War Re-enactment
Not Really*
It really is a lion

The goddam regrets
How poets die

Things to do on a plinth
Things like other things
Girl World

Some strange gravity
Maybe crying

We are in love
It’s nothing, nothing at all

Lucia, Luis, and the Wolf
Easter Rabbit is here
Also, eggs

I wanted to fuck a robot
I cried once when snow stopped falling
Somewhere graphite grey
A fastening

A fastening

In Architecture, Art, Poetry on December 30, 2009 at 7:12 am

Doris Cross

words support words, even as a column is built of mortar and stones —Doris Cross

Reasons fall apart

In Confessional, List, Music on December 29, 2009 at 11:07 pm

I’ll sleep just like a match inside
Your paper lantern heart

Somewhere graphite grey

In Art, Household, Poetry on December 28, 2009 at 7:53 am

Angela Simione

Angela Simione

I’ll go through all my papers today
Sort through the poems and paintings and make a home
there: between the ink and the page. Delicate
a forgiveness I can accept, somewhere graphite grey.

Smelling like melted wax and lit cigarettes,
hair shoved back in barrettes,
avoiding the phone and door knocks, slinking
shyly among strangers, admirers, and mothers.
I have a hope.

mending myself with a crochet hook, tangling
up a garden of black and white flowers,
avoiding chores, pajama noon
I am a kid again.

new white,
burritoed in blankets, eyebrows kissed and
notebook in hand.

Lizzle 1 & 2

In Art, Film, Music on December 27, 2009 at 5:31 pm

Art by Amy Earles

Around my bones

In Confessional, Music, Travel on December 26, 2009 at 12:13 am

I am made of other people’s things.

Christmas morning

In Confessional, History, Surprises on December 25, 2009 at 7:05 am

I cried once when snow stopped falling

In Art, Film, Music on December 24, 2009 at 11:59 pm

Crankbait has the entire documentary assembled here.

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I wanted to fuck a robot

In Film, Poetry, Sex on December 23, 2009 at 8:30 am

So you want to be an astronaut
Rebecca Loudon

what hoodoo did you encounter
in the swamp
prying open shells with your hook
grip tight enough to turn a flywheel
six hash marks today
track your compulsion
slake your blue-
veined Jesus

clouds puckered from the north
at Yaquina Head steam rising
a constant foot-deep howl
I examined my body in hotel mirrors
that was my job across the country
Oregon Idaho Montana Illinois Virginia
coffee and a compass
my hair shorn
rolled whiskey in chloroform
worshipped your tongue’s pink pelt
holy holy holy
hot wet cloth pressed to a boil
on my pudendum

I wanted to fuck a robot
have him lurch above me
metallic thumb inside
his nictating lens
hey rube hey rube
I danced in a whirlygig dress
sea smell throbbing up

let’s fly in an aeroplane no storm but the Perseids
zip above the James River while all the tweeters
in the meadow tweet holy holy holy
lifted by a spaceship that proves
the great inconvenience of love
green lights spraying underneath
your metal thumbs
your Duchenne smile

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They have voices like human beings, but their roars are proverbs.
Henry Darger

My cybernetic eyes

In Film, Poetry, Travel on December 22, 2009 at 12:41 pm

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Jason Christie

In this picture, my cybernetic eyes quickly
acclimatized to the early sun, which is amazing
but I still maintain that I am not a robot.
My travelbot mailed you a postcard with
pictures from our trip to Spain on the front.
His handwritten message on the reverse remains
illegible, I thought it said: “You should see this
view!” My wife could hardly believe her new
eyes and ears. She said: “I’d cry if I could.
I’m crying on the inside.” When she asked
about the fuzzy haze on some of the shots,
I said: “I never really liked that robot camera
anyway.” Anyway, last night I voted for the
robot candidate, even though her main platform
policy is the extermination of all human beings.
I believe everyone deserves a chance in a
democracy. “In a democracy no less!”
the robot Optometrist said, “I can’t
believe my eyes.”

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