my american sentences
September 30, 2007
Major wedgie action at the gym: Her ass looked like the letter V.
my american sentences
September 29, 2007
Cover band at Third Place Books attempts to pull off Violent Femmes: Oy!
8:32 p.m. pacific standard time
September 29, 2007
The moon slides below a small unclean break in the clouds
turning the sky into a hyperfluorescent tumor.
I watch the moon move into this tangled opening:
O dark-matter birth through an inexcisable lesion.
8:32 p.m. pacific standard time
September 29, 2007
The moon slid behind and below a small, not-quite-clean break in the clouds, turning the sky into a hyperflourescent tumor.
When I say a not-quite-clean break, think of cotton balls when you begin to pull them apart. They become much thinner in the middle but remain gauzily connected. It was that kind of cloudbreak.
The moon backlit every vascular strand of dirt, every water-molecule wisp. These rivulets and smoke-plumes went bright and dark at once — brighter than the surrounding sky, darker than the moon.
I watched the moon move up into this veined and tangled opening: Another moon-birth — through dark matter, through an unmistakable but inexcisable lesion.
my american sentences
September 28, 2007
The vase of rotting flowers next to me smells just like rotting flowers.
(This is my second American Sentence today. I can’t stop writing the damn things.)
from the mouth of me
September 28, 2007
Poems don’t hurt people. People hurt poems.
call me ceridwen
September 28, 2007
Schmutzie has given me a name, and I have decided to go by said name on this blog.
I like it. It’s Ceridwen. Raise no objections, unless you want to rumble with Schmutzie and me. Or at least with me. I can’t really speak for Schmutzie.
(I’ll leave it to you to figure out what it means — for it does mean — as well as how to pronounce it.)
my american sentences
September 28, 2007
A cowboy holds his mixed-flower bouquet while waiting for the metro.
so the science story goes: find something unique and beautiful, catch it, kill it and put it on display
September 27, 2007
Preserved albino ratfish. Notice how her bright green eye has been removed.
Sure, they didn’t mean to kill her. But they did. How strong she was. How she wanted her freedom and fought for it.
After the albino ratfish was caught the researchers attempted to keep her alive in a bucket of water but, in spite of boards placed over the top, she managed to flip out of the bucket onto the deck during the night. She is now preserved and part of the UW Fish Collection …
— uwnews.org
Way to go, researchers.
(Oh well, she was already a ghost, wasn’t she. And what’s one less beauty in the world?)
my american sentences
September 27, 2007
I want to spend the day doing something boring, like brushing my hair.
This is my blog wherein I, Dana Guthrie Martin, write things and stuff. Most of the time, writing and I hobble along in a sort of three-legged race where there is no finish line. (more...)
We carry different authentic voices within ourselves. — Kevin Clark
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beg, borrow, but don't steal
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(Unless, of course, you were to use your butt cheeks to manipulate your keyboard with the copying, distributing, transmitting, adapting and whatnot, but Dana fortunately has only met one person whose butt cheeks are that talented. He could play a major third on a piano using nothing but his ass. She kids you not.).
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flick, flick, flick
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i cannot be bought
