Cami Park

Posts Tagged ‘Indecision’

Hey hey hey, monsters

In Prose, Sex, Surprises on September 25, 2009 at 7:37 am
Anatomical Diagrams of Mythical Japanese Monsters

Anguiras

excerpt from I Will Unfold You With My Hairy Hands
Shane Jones

The hair monster checked out the ass of a handicapped woman. She was standing with her back turned when the hair monster noticed her panty line against her white tights and thought, hey hey hey. He was a typically lonely hair monster, and often looked at women trying to imagine what it would feel like to caress their human skin.

He kept watching her as she walked away.  And that’s when he noticed her hands balled up against her chest, her chin tucked down and rubbing against her knuckles as she shuffled her feet. The hair monster looked away, feeling ashamed, questioning  just what kind of hair monster he really was. His mother had raised him better.

(thanks to Crispin Best for pointing me to this story)

Stockings

In Art, How to, Music on September 23, 2009 at 9:36 am

YouTube - Stray Cats - Fishnet Stockings


Handbook for the Woman Driver: A Must for the Woman at the Wheel – 1955

Clothes and Beauty En Route (page 173)

Stockings: Practical as American women are, they often have a phobia against wearing stockings suitable for the occasion. For everyday wear, even with walking shoes, women buy hose far more sheer than what was considered evening weight just a few years ago. Have some sheer nylons for dressy occasions, but for the trip consider a medium-weight stocking (45-15 is good), knowing it is sheer enough to flatter your legs, yet able to take strain. If stockings are too short or skimpy, their tops may cut into your thighs as you drive, and they won’t be long enough for you to garter them to your girdle without pulling uncomfortably.

I had another post

In Confessional, History, Opinion on September 3, 2009 at 11:42 am

I spent a lot of time on it. It was terrible, so I thought, fuck it.

It’s gone now. This is better.

Counterpoint

In Art, Film, Prose on September 2, 2009 at 9:45 pm

con⋅tra⋅pun⋅tal [kon-truh-puhn-tl] – composed of two or more relatively independent melodies sounded together.

Elizabeth Murray "Empire"

Elizabeth Murray "Empire"

“Jorif offers us a contrapuntal approach to the usual history of slavery and law in early modern America. . . . We are more often engaged in arguments over whether an action is just than over whether an injustice has been done. Jorif’s study. . . . gives us a new handle on this problem by positing, among his observations, that the community that arises out of, or coalesces around, acts of loving forgiveness are just in ways that the law never approaches.” – Prof. Jon-Christian Suggs, review of How Slave Narratives Influenced American Literature by Rolando Leodore Jorif

Fainted ironic librarian

In Confessional, Opinion, Poetry on August 23, 2009 at 5:38 am

I dreamed I fainted, which woke me up. Now I can’t decide if dreaming you’re fainting is ironic or serendipitous.  I’m pretty sure the waking up part is ironic.

I got two books of poetry by Rebecca Loudon in the mail. I won’t review them when I’m finished, because I already know that they are wonderful.

I feel a child should follow and stick with their first instincts. Mine was to become a librarian. I am a frustrated librarian.

A Visit to Kyoto's Sanzen-in Temple

Pomegranate

In How to, Music, Poetry on August 12, 2009 at 12:07 am

how-to: open a pomegranate

Brandi Wells Review posted a thing of mine, which was nice to do, I think. It’s a cool place, and Brandi would love for people to send her stuff, so maybe people should.

I burned the fuck out of myself today. For those who don’t know, burning the fuck out of yourself is at least a three degree burn. I’m not sure how many degrees burns go up to. It was my finger, so I held on to frozen things until it stopped hurting. It’s better now.

No joy

In Art, Confessional, Prose on August 6, 2009 at 12:18 am

There is no joy in hesitancy between us. It doesn’t matter to me if you feel as if you would like to suck the juices of my heart like a tangerine. But if you want to suck the juices of my heart like a tangerine, that matters. Because I care about what you want more than I care about how you feel.

Jacob Collins

Jacob Collins

Which is more beautiful?

In Art, Music, Poetry on August 5, 2009 at 12:48 am
Phillip Glass by Chuck Close

Phillip Glass by Chuck Close

after life

whatever beautiful factory
trucks forever passing
we stumble into half-attending

–Cami Park (me)
previously published in elimae

I barely know you

In Art, Confessional, Fashion on July 15, 2009 at 5:53 pm

but I think I’ve learned enough.

Minsk, Belarus

A post

In Confessional on July 3, 2009 at 5:39 am

I have nothing compelling to post–
nor even anything especially mundane.

the UPS man today smelled like shampoo.
my car is making a funny noise, and I realize I’m
way behind on changing the oil. I kind of like the sound.

I got my read some words in the mail, and I did. I read every damn
one of them. it was good.

I’m not sure where to go from here.