Parmesan Pepporcorn

Excersize for Grizz: Gloucester

2011-12-26T23:04:00.002-05:00

notes to myself from MFA

2011-12-16T11:02:00.003-05:00

Eldzier Cortor - Room No. 5 (1948)
http://www.placadaphoto.com/Art/Boston-MFA/i-F3GdnZf/0/L/MFA-7910-L.jpg

Hale Woodruff - Big Wind in Georgia (1933)
http://www.artfixdaily.com/images/newsfeed/Nov11_Big_Wind_in_Georgia600x455.jpg?1321035228

Allan Rohan Crite https://www.google.com/search?q=Eldzier+cortor&hl=en&prmd=imvnso&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=22rrTqvRNYm8rAfEoKz_CA&ved=0CDwQsAQ&biw=1024&bih=585&sei=3mrrTqmDD8qJrAeiq4X7CA#hl=en&tbm=isch&sa=1&q=Allan+rohan+crite&oq=Allan+rohan+crite&aq=f&aqi=&aql=&gs_sm=e&gs_upl=166563l166563l0l166984l1l1l0l0l0l0l0l0ll0l0&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.,cf.osb&fp=d923295813bc8d33&biw=1024&bih=585

puerto rico room

2011-10-30T21:26:00.000-04:00

Mollino

2011-10-10T09:24:00.001-04:00

My dood--Carlo Mollino, all time favorite nude portfolio.

http://www.postmedia.net/06/mollino.htm

homance

2011-10-09T20:26:00.000-04:00

no poem

2011-07-27T17:18:00.003-04:00

things are looking grim folks
i barely tell any jokes
birds are tweetin (really)
sun is shinin on and on
but i'm jus cryin
and it's been so long
i have to drink so much water
otherwise i'd be dead
pretty ironic considering
the things runnin through my head
like
fulla lead
seein red
no bread
broken legs
turnin into a .jpg and gettin deleted
etc

sterrs

2011-07-10T18:37:00.001-04:00

minis

2011-07-08T18:32:00.001-04:00

explanation in facebook breakup message

2011-07-03T13:34:00.001-04:00

"i only like myself on thursday, sunday and the occasional monday."

creamies

2011-06-28T12:48:00.000-04:00

junkscape

2011-05-25T14:03:00.000-04:00

hole in me heart

2011-05-25T14:02:00.000-04:00

unt.

2011-03-24T21:56:00.002-04:00

2011-03-16T22:26:00.000-04:00

2011-03-10T10:22:00.004-05:00

there exists in you
an unparalleled
ease of composure
my torn nerves
find comfort
only in your
lottery smile
the yard is piled
high with tulips
and daffodils
and we will
bury the house
with roses

roommates

2011-03-10T10:16:00.003-05:00

Quickie

2011-01-24T19:53:00.004-05:00

The doctor half watched me put my arm back into my shirt and then put on my coat.

“It shouldn’t hurt that much.” She said with her trace New Zealand accent. I thought about what she said. As soon as the injection began I felt what felt like my blood bruising. Down, down, down to my fingertips so when I put my shirt back on it was stiff to move, and stiffer still when I reached for my coat.

“It does.” I said, a little sadly.

“It should feel like someone punched you.” She handed me my forms and several stickers of barcodes and my name.

“Yes.” I took the papers. I looked at her. I looked beyond her.

“Are you alright?” She asked, looking towards defeated eyes.

“I’ve just begun to feel a bit funny.”

“Lie down here. Here, lie down.” She motioned towards the examination table covered with a strip of tissue paper. I took two steps towards the bed and sat and lied backwards. For a moment or two I really felt funny. My left arm ached and I was space travelin’ to the land of death by vaccination (surely I would die). Then I felt fine. The doctor insisted on water and I began to feel embarrassed. She returned with 80 milliliters of water in a medicine cup and I drank it quickly.

“I’m fine,” I said. “I’m sorry. I’m out of practice. It’s in my head.” I wondered if she thought I was an intravenous drug user; I told her I was in for the Hep A vaccine because last year I had toxic hepatitis. I did not worry too much about this potential misconception. I sat up slowly, as instructed.

“We can’t have you passing out.”

“No, I won’t. I’m fine. Thank you. Thank you.”

“Ok.”

“Thank you...Thank you”

I shuffled out the door and to the elevator where I pressed ML (Main Lobby) until it lighted red-orange. I considered the past. I had never had a reaction to a shot like that. Although I don't like shots or any other sterilely invasive things of this nature I usually looked away and took it fine. Only one thing I could figure differed this time. I answered her questions, watched her prep the needle, pulled my left arm out of my shirt, received the injection and a Band-Aid and when all was said and done it was too quick. I wasn’t ready to go. So my arm hurt up, my stomach wheezed a little, and I laid down until I had been in the room long enough not to feel chewed up and spit out. I did not want to be alone and my body knew this long before I did. Acute-toxic-vulnerability. After two minutes and 80 milliliters of water it cleared up--the universe reinstalled my independence.

I spun out the revolving doors of Mass General Hospital into subzero Boston. Cars were angling around corners and honking. Everyone shuffled around from every direction all huddled into scarves and collarbones. I assumed position—stuffed my mittened hands in my pockets and brought my shoulders up to my ears and began wishing I had paid the meter instead of being a pussy and parking in the garage. I paid $7 to the woman behind what I hoped was bulletproof glass.

amore

2011-01-23T23:19:00.000-05:00

do not flush female parts down here

2011-01-23T22:30:00.000-05:00

...& back

2011-01-23T22:26:00.000-05:00

Maybe 07

2010-11-26T22:53:00.001-05:00

I saw jesus in all his bloody glory in your eyes
shining and shining, etc
in between all the truths of your lies
there is something
something sonorous
I like that word.
and the time when you said you were going to puke
so I pulled over
and you picked me a flower.
romance is the art of surprise

2010-10-22T21:39:00.002-04:00

fat donut eating cops
they loiter in my mind
suckin up the welfare
on my city's dime
they're detailing construction sites
all around my heart
i guess it wasn't ever if
but rather when they'd start

SAL 2

2010-10-14T00:08:00.000-04:00

steamship authority light 1

2010-10-14T00:05:00.003-04:00

to erin love portland

2010-10-13T23:44:00.002-04:00

homage to americanpicurebook

2010-10-13T23:02:00.000-04:00

hayduke's dream

2010-10-03T11:40:00.009-04:00

Was dreamin.
Half the night about tryin
to hook up a trailer, in your company.
I think we were
out in some east coast woods.
I couldn't quite get the truck and trailer to line up
and you wouldn't help
because you were wearing
some beautiful heirloom dress.
So i hollered 'So
why dont you take the darned thing off'
and that was the wrong thing to holler
because I've never seen
someone so furious in a dream.

jam

2010-10-02T11:59:00.002-04:00

: Read
Think Twice Lyrics
here.

regular

2010-09-26T22:06:00.001-04:00

i went back to where we were
there was no trace of us
i wanted so to cry
but couldn't muster up the fuss
sometimes i wonder why
you never thought to call
sometimes of you and i
i wonder not at all

capitolhillbarbie

2010-09-26T14:53:00.000-04:00

i can feel

2010-08-24T23:06:00.001-04:00

Can’t

Feel

I can’t feel

I let the blue sky dance on me

In the grass so lazily

Can’t

Feel

I can’t feel

Water down my tensing spine

Underneath a leaning pine

Can’t

Feel

I can’t feel

The river running next to me

A fog so thick I barely see

Can’t

Feel

I can’t feel

Spider’s webs with spots of dew

They are all I ever knew

Can’t

Feel

I can’t feel

Swelling clouds hang fat above

Flowers sway and sing of love

Can’t

Feel

I can’t feel

Snapping twigs chip underfoot

All it took was just one look

Can’t

Feel

I can’t feel

walter west

2010-08-14T10:59:00.000-04:00

bEE

2010-08-13T23:11:00.000-04:00

rig kid

2010-08-13T21:38:00.001-04:00

to you, love '06

2010-07-23T12:21:00.000-04:00

Darlin you let my heart rest
You’re my best friend
I don’t have to defend my cynisism
When I’m with you
Or refrain from using my sleeve
When I don’t have a tissue
I’m only sad today
Because I miss you

newburyport graves

2010-07-19T02:06:00.003-04:00

grave scapes

2010-07-19T01:54:00.004-04:00

grave love

2010-07-19T01:52:00.000-04:00

beaut

2010-07-14T16:50:00.004-04:00

dear dylan,

i unapologetically jacked this picture from flotsam and curfuffle. i miss you.
this picture makes me miss you. i just wanted to make that clear, semi-publically.

i hope to see you someday soon.

love, love, some jokes, and more love.

some town in cali

2010-06-28T02:20:00.000-04:00

untitled (car & guard rail)

2010-06-28T01:40:00.001-04:00

untitled (moon & streetlight)

2010-06-28T01:18:00.003-04:00

o war

2010-06-21T12:54:00.003-04:00

i got lost in my car
when the song came on
i was lookin for twin donuts
but i only found one

my shoulders where swayin
just like the breeze
and jazz o jazz
the world was at ease

the only thing was
i thought he was singing meadow
but sure enough
the world is a ghetto

_____________________

logan riff

this plane may bring me
but it can't carry my heart
shit's too heavy
i'm going a la carte

whhaaaaatttt

fresh

2010-06-21T06:53:00.001-04:00

freshh

new new

look look look

ps:

2010-06-19T23:34:00.002-04:00

the subtext of someday is not a missed period. trust. i just wanted to make that clear. to you, or me. whoever, ya know.

i crushed the crab

i had in my beach bag

no legs left

just a head

(if it had one)

and the claws

as well

they were not lost

but crossly still

i discovered the news

i got those

ephemeral treasure

long daytime blues

winder

2010-06-19T23:33:00.001-04:00

untitled (plates)

2010-06-16T23:05:00.000-04:00

three hundred and thirteen dollars

2010-06-16T22:58:00.002-04:00

for my mother and grandmother

for my sister

for elyse

for erin

for ashley

for julia

for dylan

for shannon

for sara-grace

for sarah b

o what the hell...

for erika too

toiletporn

2010-06-07T23:05:00.000-04:00

.

2010-06-07T21:14:00.000-04:00

fickle fickle

2010-06-06T11:50:00.000-04:00

4/7/09

Dear Typewriter,

I’ve fallen in love with another.

See you on the flip side.

Yours truly,

Joanna

4/14/09

Dear Typewriter,

I was hasty in leaving you. It’s just that you were dragging ass and I needed something faster.

I took your simplicity for granted. And overlooked your understated charm.

I should have never left you.

Will you take me back?

Lost without you,

Joanna

cococontrol

2010-06-03T00:36:00.003-04:00

i had to lock the chocolates out of the house. the problem remains that i know where they are. i jumped for joy like a fat kid getting a case of chocolates when jay ray gave me a case of chocolates. it was the best moment of my life. seven boxes, each filled with individually wrapped pieces of you know what. i gave a box to Gramma, brought one to my parents and sister, brought one to work, gave one to Auntie Barbara. they were all around me. i ate them. one by one, eight at a time, mechanically going back to the ever full box. haselnuss. vollmilch. nugat. knusperkeks. i even ate the ones i didn't like. four pounds and six pimples later i'm driving around at midnight trying to figure out who i else can give these chocolates to. i need the out of my life! they're ruining my life! it all seemed so perfect at the time. what could go wrong with 588 chocolates?

click it.

2010-06-02T19:49:00.002-04:00

i dare you

cambridge

2010-06-02T19:44:00.000-04:00

bike & bike rack

2010-06-02T19:20:00.001-04:00

dear habitués

2010-06-01T01:53:00.004-04:00

i must acknowledge / confess / apologize for my affinity for the "aged photo" filter in adobe lightroom. i bring photos in with the intention of doing only legal photographic adjustments (lighten/darken, contrast, switch to B&W (brian said that was ok)) but then aLL THE TIME i apply that filter. doubly, this tarnishes my image. i have told myself it is ok. will you tell me too? selling out is a slippery slope. i hope to regain my footing soon.

this is a good song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVURkMTDr3E

you are a good person.

oh crud...and those borders too.

cross walk

2010-06-01T01:51:00.000-04:00

harvard

2010-06-01T01:47:00.001-04:00

feather

2010-06-01T01:43:00.001-04:00

bike bird bridge

2010-06-01T01:34:00.000-04:00

album drops in januober

2010-05-20T11:57:00.000-04:00

miracle bubble

2010-05-20T00:32:00.001-04:00

hill st.

2010-05-20T00:29:00.001-04:00

room with a firepole....

2010-05-10T22:31:00.002-04:00

homage to the ninja turtles

2010-05-05T01:10:00.000-04:00

washington d.c.

2010-05-05T01:07:00.000-04:00

room

2010-04-30T03:17:00.001-04:00

light

2010-04-20T21:34:00.002-04:00

snarkle

2010-04-20T03:06:00.001-04:00

Always after we speak,

No matter how long it’s been

Talking with you is like

Putting my soul through the wash

(with Clorox, and it works.)

Brighter colors! It fits again.

And I love it, like new.

And you.

hi five

2010-04-07T21:46:00.001-04:00

modern love

2010-04-07T20:17:00.001-04:00

aback

2010-03-30T23:55:00.005-04:00

to whom it may concern,

i thought of something the other morning and mourned it as long lost. then as magic does every so often delight it came out of no where. holy mackerel. i felt the virgin river running cold under foot, saw dark canyon walls closing in, my truck's window smashed, long stretches of nothingness only Nevada, of course, could bring, avacados and budweiser for breakfast, and all the laughing i almost went deaf. in the middle of my kitchen, in cambridge, i swear i could smell the sage...which reminded me a wise man once said "one should only ever hide for half of forever." nah jus kiddin, i just made that up.

garage stuff

2010-03-28T22:06:00.001-04:00

paw

2010-03-28T21:32:00.001-04:00

sararae

2010-03-27T16:06:00.000-04:00

@ MFA

2010-03-27T00:13:00.002-04:00

Love 20¢ The First Quarter Mile by Kenneth Fearing

2010-03-24T23:44:00.011-04:00

All right. I may have lied to you and about you, and made a few
pronouncements a bit too sweeping, perhaps, and possibly forgotten
to tag the bases here or there,
And damned your extravagence, and maligned your tastes, and libeled
your relatives, and slandered a few of your friends,
O.K.,
Nevertheless, come back.

Come home. I will agree to forget the statements that you issued so
copiously to the neighbors and the press,
And you will forget that figment of your imagination, the blonde from Detroit;
I will agree that your lady friend who lives above us is not crazy, bats,
nutty as they come, but on the contrary rather bright,
And you will concede that poor old Steinberg is neither a drunk, nor
a swindler, but simply a guy, on the eccentric side, trying to get along.
(Are you listening, you bitch, and have you got this straight?)

Because I forgive you, yes, for everything.
I forgive you for being beautiful and generous and wise,
I forgive you, to put it simply, for being alive, and pardon you, in short, for being you.

Because tonight you are in my hair and eyes,
And every street light that our taxi passes shows me you again, still you,
And because tonight all other nights are black, all other hours are cold
and far away, and now, this minute, the stars are very near and bright

Come back. We will have a celebration to end all celebrations.
We will invite the undertaker who lives beneath us, and a couple of
boys from the office, and some other friends.
And Steinberg, who is off the wagon, and that insane woman who lives
upstairs, and a few reporters, if anything should break.

mostly i avoid quoting my brother, for shear self preservation

2010-03-23T12:34:00.004-04:00

"I don't argue with baby-boomers, as a general rule: instead, I blame them for Reagan and choose to ignore anything they say." s. a. breen

eight seventeen

2010-03-23T03:23:00.009-04:00

eight seventeen pee em

three twenty one two thousand and ten

the limit of control plays

gary waits to pounce

brian waits to leave

me too

elyse will be left

we all love

love to come and go

and each other

we all want to stay forever

(i think)

i think about last night

and being so mad

i was happy

to go in

get warm

and have my heart return

(it stopped working)

(everyone saw)

i forgot:

eat before you're hungry

rest before you're tired

nothing

nothing was left

sorrily i undressed

charlie gettin franced up by a gator

2010-03-23T02:06:00.001-04:00

brian will not be asked for anymore photo titles / zero gravity

2010-03-23T02:01:00.006-04:00

i woman seldom returns quickly to her when he calls her a... (????)

2010-03-23T01:59:00.000-04:00

hot fire

2010-03-23T01:58:00.000-04:00

not pork rinds in montana

2010-03-23T01:57:00.000-04:00

hypothermic shits

2010-03-23T01:55:00.000-04:00

i love brian so much i can't admit it to myself / gary

2010-03-23T01:45:00.004-04:00

italian blanket

2010-03-23T01:14:00.001-04:00

5203 worth

2010-03-23T00:44:00.007-04:00

gramma's kitchen

2010-03-12T00:20:00.001-05:00

take your time

2010-03-03T00:42:00.001-05:00

phone vs phone

2010-03-03T00:33:00.000-05:00

street boat sign line

2010-03-03T00:29:00.000-05:00

String 5

2010-02-28T15:37:00.000-05:00

stairway to another stairway

2010-02-26T18:52:00.000-05:00

don't be a

2010-02-26T18:49:00.000-05:00

bonehead question gets bonehead answer

2010-02-25T09:23:00.003-05:00

I wrote this on a job application when asked: What makes you an individual?

Him: So what are you into?

Her: Oh you know, not much, just being an individual.

Him: What does that mean?

Her: Just, like, I'm not like anyone else.

Him: Why don't you want to be like anyone else?

Her: Cuz everyone else is sooo boring (& unqualified).

Him: I'm not boring.

Her: Well, not you, but everyone else.

Him: Oh.

Her: Like, I don't want people to fall asleep when they talk to me.

Him: I don't think they would, if they're talking, seems unlikely.

Her: That's why you have to be an individual.

Him: How do you achieve this?

Her: Well, like, by buying obscure records and by thinking the craziest thoughts like what would happen if an alligator and a goat were having dinner and decided to have casual unprotected sex, would they, like, birth a goatagator or what? Like, that shit's crazy!

Him: Yea. I guess. But what is the benefit of being an individual?

Her: It's '09 dude, being different is in. This ain't no commie regime.

Him: Doesn't that make your point moot? If it's in, doesn't it mean it's mass?

Her: What? Mass? Dude I haven't been to church in years.

Him: Hm. Me either.

I did not get the job.

o the questions that arise

2010-02-22T23:09:00.007-05:00

(stare at the cross)

extremely extraordinary

2010-02-21T23:32:00.009-05:00

You must be bored if you're here. I mean, you must be looking for awesome stuff if you're here.

I dedicate this post to the MFA (I'm big into dedications, they are just nice, don't you think?), where I took the picture above and learned about the art below, which is very cool:

http://www.turbulence.org/Works/apartment/#

Check check, check it out (don't be scared, it's interactive!!!!) & be sure to see the other apartments.

I would like to conclude with a formal invitation to embark on my journey to escape the various tethers of technophobia, ergophobia, cleptophobia (wait, no, I just got that one, I need to keep it) and metathesiophobia*. (The informal invitation, FYI, was the creation of this thing). The road is long, not very well lit, shoddily paved, and I have a poor, poor sense of direction. Onward...

*To validate the existence of your own fears visit:

http://phobialist.com/

regrets

2010-02-18T16:12:00.002-05:00

as life gets harder and more complex with age, one can only hope that the successes out weight the regrets in the end.

i regret that blogger.com has such shitty formatting capabilities. i apologize for lazily posting messy stories & address this issue in plural because i probably won't do anything to rectify the problem in future postings--postings, i might add, which occur only because of god's generosity in granting me each and any subsequent breath. here's lookin' at you god. though you might want to considering bolstering your humanitarian schtik. just a thought.

porter exchange

2010-02-18T15:47:00.006-05:00

what happens when you put a relationship in the microwave?

Parmesan Pepporcorn

Excersize for Grizz: Gloucester

notes to myself from MFA

puerto rico room

Mollino

homance

no poem

sterrs

minis

explanation in facebook breakup message

creamies

junkscape

hole in me heart

unt.

roommates

Quickie

amore

do not flush female parts down here

...& back

Maybe 07

SAL 2

steamship authority light 1

to erin love portland

homage to americanpicurebook

hayduke's dream

jam

Think Twice Lyrics

regular

capitolhillbarbie

i can feel

walter west

bEE

rig kid

to you, love '06

newburyport graves

grave scapes

grave love

beaut

some town in cali

untitled (car & guard rail)

untitled (moon & streetlight)

o war

fresh

ps:

winder

untitled (plates)

three hundred and thirteen dollars

toiletporn

.

fickle fickle

cococontrol

click it.

cambridge

bike & bike rack

dear habitués

cross walk

harvard

feather

bike bird bridge

album drops in januober

miracle bubble

hill st.

room with a firepole....

homage to the ninja turtles

washington d.c.

room

light

snarkle

hi five

modern love

aback

garage stuff

paw

sararae

@ MFA

Love 20¢ The First Quarter Mile by Kenneth Fearing

mostly i avoid quoting my brother, for shear self preservation

eight seventeen

charlie gettin franced up by a gator

brian will not be asked for anymore photo titles / zero gravity