I thought about calling this "If you keep reading Gertrude Stein, your brain will get stuck that way

[wheelieterp]

But that would be like comparing myself to Gertrude Stein.. And... yeah.. So not even close...


Blue line to Gresham

"En el area de asientos de superiordad debera hacer lugar a las personas de edad avanzada"
Avanzada
Avanzada

You are what you speak
Sounds patterned
Words learned
Neurons formed
Substrate patterned
Pattern
Pattern

Patter
Patter
Rain on the window

“Sure is wet out there”
Oregon speaks rain
Patter
Patter

“Oh yeah! Spring in Portland is wet”
IS wet
Identity wet
Wet
You are what you speak
Oregon speaks rain
Wet

“I hate you stupid niggerfaggotspicjew”
Red faced, vein throbbed
Uncomfortable rage spew hate
Johnny Walker medicated
I hate you
Hate you
Hate
Hate
“I wish you were dead”

You are what you speak
Dead at 32
Heart exploded and swastika tattooed
I hate you
Wet
Avanzada

"Esto es un tren de la linea azul a Gresham"

Comments

Mirrors

[faun-fae.livejournal.com]

I find that when I've connected with someone and see them and they see me, and we are having a moment that the magic is greatest when we are what we speak. I pull images from my heart for you to see and the weaving shows a little spark of what we are. For many of us we don't realize how magical we are, and that the mirror is held up by those we speak to. SO today I'm going to keep that in mind when I speak to others and see the magic that grows in the mirror of our souls.

Keep up the good works, I love to lurk and read your poetry.

Faun

Re: Mirrors

[dodgingwndshlds.livejournal.com]

Wow!!! Thanks, Faun!!!

HUGANTIC GINORMOUS HUG!!

[ink-ling.livejournal.com]

;) Have you been lifting belly?

[dodgingwndshlds.livejournal.com]

Lifting belly???


Woosh.. Right over my head...

Of course I *did* just wake up from a nap...

[ink-ling.livejournal.com]

It's her lesbian "erotic" poem. I mentioned it to you once, but I may've been the only one aroused. :)

[dodgingwndshlds.livejournal.com]

Oh wait.. Duh... I get it...

A rose is a rose....

You would not believe where my half sleeping brain went with that one....

Don't get excited.. She may be the Mother of us All, but that is all I have read..And that, the final Aria only...the expert in the fabulous book I am reading that you suggested I lug around. And I do mean lug.

[ink-ling.livejournal.com]

It is my poetry bible. I am so pleased you are enjoying it ... er, enjoying lugging it ... double er, yaay!

[dodgingwndshlds.livejournal.com]

It rocks!!! Great poetry, and as you say, the editing is god-like....Not to mention it is developing my biceps and traps!!!