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Found songs

In Art, Music, T-shirt on January 10, 2010 at 1:19 pm

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Pulled off and cast aside

In Celebrity, Poetry, T-shirt on November 23, 2009 at 12:24 am

P.T. Anderson‘s Tee

I wish I were P.T.
Anderson‘s t-shirt so
I could know cool movie stars with
cool haircuts like John C. Reilly
and Adam Sandler, and sometimes,
maybe, I could get pulled
off and cast
aside by Fiona Apple.

I bet I wouldn’t even get
that sweaty,
most of the time.


Wtf, Punctuation Day

In How to, Music, T-shirt on September 24, 2009 at 4:00 pm

“When Hemingway killed himself, he put a period at the end of his life. Old age is more like a semicolon.”– Kurt Vonnegut

How Many Spaces After a Period: One or Two?

Period

Asterisk

! ! ! is pronounced by repeating thrice any monosyllabic sound. Chk Chk Chk is the most common pronunciation, but they could just as easily be called Pow Pow Pow, Bam Bam Bam, Uh Uh Uh, etc.

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A good Saturday

In Poetry, Prose, T-shirt on August 15, 2009 at 1:15 am

Okay, so The Collagist opened today, and it looks great and has great writing (I particularly liked the particular poem Autumn Scene as Lullaby, by Oliver de la Paz), which is all well and good.

But Saturday is Abjective day, and Eric Beeny‘s story this week, Milk Like a Melted Ghost,  is no exception. To being a story in Abjective on Saturday, I mean. Another one that makes me realize how original combinations of words and sentences and paragraphs can be.  An example: Little yellow birds flew out of their shells, she fell to her knees, the birds flying around her head, a locked cage. This image is going to be flying around my head for some time, I think.

Something else, though– Kim Chinquee has 3 stories in The Collagist, one of which very coincidentally has a connection with Eric Beeny’s Abjective story. I won’t say exactly what, because I don’t want to spoil anyone.  Hint: it rhymes with “laceless Roman.”

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The goddam regrets

In Confessional, Poetry, T-shirt on July 14, 2009 at 4:09 pm

The Title of this Poem Is Really Long.  It Is: I Am Often Horrified by the Words that Come Out of My Mouth

I should always wear a t-shirt
that says
Oh,
My God,
I Am So
Sorry

He was easy to buy for

In Exes, Poetry, T-shirt on June 24, 2009 at 12:39 am

Homer

My first boyfriend
wore t-shirts all the time.
He had glasses, and
dimples when he smiled.

He was the first boy
I ever really
loved who
ever really loved
me.

I think he wears ties and stuff now.

Wanted

In Beverage, Poetry, T-shirt on June 13, 2009 at 12:18 am

Tees for Tea

I’m a crewcut in
a v-neck
looking for an
afro in a babydoll
to make me
some of that
sweet
sweet
100% all-natural or
ganic blend
didIsaysweet
tea.

Post-Civil War Re-enactment

In History, Poetry, T-shirt on June 8, 2009 at 10:45 pm

Mine

Don’t wear that t-shirt. It’s
mine. Wear this
one– it belonged to the
great-grandnephew of
Abraham Lincoln, who died
helping slaves escape to freedom
long after the Civil War
was over. He just didn’t know.

Here. It doesn’t mean anything.