Tuesday, February 19, 2008

This time tomorrow...


Friday, February 15, 2008

valentines after-taste.

"I can write the saddest lines tonight.

Write for example: ‘The night is fractured
and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like these I held her in my arms.
I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.

Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.

What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.
The night is fractured and she is not with me.

That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
My heart looks for her: she is not with me

The same night whitens, in the same branches.
We, from that time, we are not the same.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.

Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,
and these are the last lines I will write for her."

Pablo Neruda te quiero mucho.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

i would like some blue pants

and i would like to be as cool as miranda july.

miranda july + blonde redhead = oh so lovely!

Friday, February 8, 2008


failure is always the best way to learn.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

humanity, i'm sorry.


tonight i am thinking about you..
are you thinking about me?
i am thinking about you and i am hoping that you really needed the money. i am hoping that you had a very sick child somewhere that just needed a prescription. i am hoping you needed to help someone else or i am hoping you were just too hungry and cold to stand it anymore.. i am hoping that it helped you.
i am thinking about you, out there in the cold.

are you thinking about me? did you think about me? Did you picture me walking out to the car and opening the door? did you know it would be a few moments before i realized that the shinny blue-green pieces were not snowflakes or glitter, but broken glass.. that the broken glass was piled in the seat where my purse was sitting just one hour ago...

did you go through the memories in my wallet, the notes, fortunes from cookies and concert tickets? did you read the notes written in the margins of the book i just started; did you see the sticky note in chapter two? did you did you turn on the camera that was inside the bag and look at my face, at the faces of the first graders and I making apple cider earlier today... were you at all sorry?

did you think about how it snowed this morning and how it will probably snow tonight and how i would drive home cold, shaking and afraid.. did you know i have never had anything stolen from me before?

did you know that people would tell me that i was a fool for leaving my purse in the car? that i was a fool to trust that you wouldn't steal from me? i believed in you. i believed that you wouldn't... did you know that?

humanity, tonight i am sorry that you made them all right about you.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Overly Dramatic in Ink (as usual)

Oh helper, please help her

oh hell,




her trouble

help her, helper

she wants to believe

to leave

to sleep...

Oh helper, please help her

to relieve

Help her to float (above)

she wants to hope (to succeed and to love)

Friday, February 1, 2008

Missing Marylou and other flavors.

–noun 1. a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one's life, to one's home or homeland, or to one's family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time

James' favorite defination a while back was: A bittesweet longing for the past.

This is Nostalgia's flavor of the month in emily land:

1. Roxy's Diner (the music and dancing thereof)
Past few nights in bed I have tried to think of all of the songs I used to sing and which ones were my favorite...
*Fever -Peggie Lee
*Lots of Crystals tunes:And then He Kissed Me, He's a Rebel and Be My Baby...
*Sweet Nothings -Brenda Lee
*7 Lonely Days -Patsy Cline
*I Cant Help Falling in Love
*A Wink and A Smile
*Why Do Fools Fall in Love?
*Old Black Magic
*Jimmy Mack
*Let Me In...
The list goes on.. boy, that was a fun job. When I die, I hope that's on the videotape

2. Daddy Daughter Dates
Liz has Oliver and Company on DVD. Hadn't seen it since the daddy daughter date when we went to the movie and McDonalds and I got a happy meal with a platic finger puppet of Oliver.

3. The Cartoon Network.
I used to watch a lot of this, ushually while eating ice cream. That was nice. Home Movies, Dexter's Lab, Aquateen Hunger Force, Sealab 2021.
This may be nerdy, but I don't care.

This month nostalgia is just sweet, without the bitter.