Sunday, December 23, 2012
winterfall (inspirations)
Some things I've read the last few days that have elicited some sort of deep response:
From Real Simple, January 2013:
a recipe for Mushroom Pizzette
and
"The DOC says:
Idiopathic
It Means: There's no identifiable reason why you came down with an illness or condition."
From Francois Truffaut: The Complete Films (Taschen)
"LEFT
Still from 'L'Homme qui aimait les femmes (1977)
Some people cannot pass a bookshop without going in to browse. In the case of Bertrand Morane (Charles Denner), he is compelled to look at and talk to women. Here, as he looks at the mannequin, note how the reflection of the hand in the window seems to caress him. Not only does he need to love, but he needs to be loved in return."
"MEDICAL ATLAS for Attorneys | COURTROOM DRAWINGS 161-240"
From a Village Voice review of the ReSearch book ANGRY WOMEN:
"This is hardly the nurturing, womanist vision espoused in the 1970s.
The view here is largely pro-sex, pro-porn, and pro-choice. Separatism
is out, community in. Art and activism are inseparable from life and
being."
From a reference letter:
"...Ms. Evans has been a constant bright spot."
From a personal email:
"If NYE doesn't pan out, there's always every day after that for a long time."
From one of my mumbled poems:
"9. I dismantled a typewriter last night (insomnia)" Saturday, December 22, 2012
winterfall 41
It's the split seduction
what's a coupla decades
between strangers and love?
I want him to be talking
to or about me:
I'll let it roll and I'll
give up my vows,
play arsonist in L.A. and
love him two times.
But you?
You I'll love forever.
what's a coupla decades
between strangers and love?
I want him to be talking
to or about me:
I'll let it roll and I'll
give up my vows,
play arsonist in L.A. and
love him two times.
But you?
You I'll love forever.
winterfall quarante, let's call it
The subtitle reads:
But I can't do it, Sam, I won't do it.
There's tense music, oboes
let's say. The background scene:
turbulent water, red raft
and a slow fade to bokeh.
What she really said was:
I can't explain to you why you're an idiot.
But I can't do it, Sam, I won't do it.
There's tense music, oboes
let's say. The background scene:
turbulent water, red raft
and a slow fade to bokeh.
What she really said was:
I can't explain to you why you're an idiot.
Friday, December 21, 2012
winterfall (mumbled number)
You say smut like it's a bad thing
she mumbled at him.
Tie me to the ribbons
floss me with feathered barbs
slide me into my skin.
Scaffolding to the rafters
folded bodies smudged,
as if that makes sense.
If I wanted you to narrate I
wouldn't have asked you to
come | over here yes ' t ' day.
Lips drawn sloppily in spit:
I can nearly taste what it is
I'm trying to be.
she mumbled at him.
Tie me to the ribbons
floss me with feathered barbs
slide me into my skin.
Scaffolding to the rafters
folded bodies smudged,
as if that makes sense.
If I wanted you to narrate I
wouldn't have asked you to
come | over here yes ' t ' day.
Lips drawn sloppily in spit:
I can nearly taste what it is
I'm trying to be.
Friday, December 14, 2012
winterfall midnight (mumbled)
he thinks in terms of cinematography;
the roundness: of the compass, of the beast, of the breast;
it isn't enough to braid your thoughts on Tuesdays;
reddened Kool-aid, for dyeing not drinking;
chiseled from stone, an ear (faulty);
at five, it's cold and darkthirty;
too many commas;
unfurl me (dare);
danglingly;
alight.
the roundness: of the compass, of the beast, of the breast;
it isn't enough to braid your thoughts on Tuesdays;
reddened Kool-aid, for dyeing not drinking;
chiseled from stone, an ear (faulty);
at five, it's cold and darkthirty;
too many commas;
unfurl me (dare);
danglingly;
alight.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
winterfall 30mumbledsomething
The classifieds, highlighted
1. Louis XIV blaring
2. Hot chocolate
3. Clashing pinks 'round my neck
4. If it bleeds, it leads
a. in a puddle
b. at night
5. The rain may have started before, but I realized it while I stood there
6. He wasn't missing as much as absent from the same space
7. I can smell him on my skin, a month later, still
8. Winter here, winter now
9. I dismantled a typewriter last night (insomnia)
10. As if; as if.
1. Louis XIV blaring
2. Hot chocolate
3. Clashing pinks 'round my neck
4. If it bleeds, it leads
a. in a puddle
b. at night
5. The rain may have started before, but I realized it while I stood there
6. He wasn't missing as much as absent from the same space
7. I can smell him on my skin, a month later, still
8. Winter here, winter now
9. I dismantled a typewriter last night (insomnia)
10. As if; as if.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
winterfall 28
my body as traitor
as coffin and slave
body as prison,
or is it prism?
the body gradient (gravely radiant)
the body as halves and holes
my body as rec center
pleasure center
rent-a-center
tomorrow perhaps.
my body as current, as flame
untempered and undone.
as coffin and slave
body as prison,
or is it prism?
the body gradient (gravely radiant)
the body as halves and holes
my body as rec center
pleasure center
rent-a-center
tomorrow perhaps.
my body as current, as flame
untempered and undone.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Saturday, December 1, 2012
winterfall 25
He says to me French horror isn't
really horror at all.
It sounds perfectly French, I said.
really horror at all.
It sounds perfectly French, I said.
Friday, November 30, 2012
winterfall 24
what I'm doing here
is not my work
and is not productive
but is more enjoyable:
I'm re- re- watching
that opening scene in
NEWSROOM when Will yells
at that sorority girl
and brings back hope
in fiction if nothing
else like the weather
or like the state
of this our nation
one country under God
bannered amber waving grains
and justice for all.
is not my work
and is not productive
but is more enjoyable:
I'm re- re- watching
that opening scene in
NEWSROOM when Will yells
at that sorority girl
and brings back hope
in fiction if nothing
else like the weather
or like the state
of this our nation
one country under God
bannered amber waving grains
and justice for all.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
winterfall 23
It strums at something in me that
riffed bridge and growl.
Tonight on the tongue: stringed things
and bubblegum. I fell in love at
39 with it the pink or because
of it, bubblegum.
At 40 I can say this:
my sharpened shoulders feel like home.
He looks for me in the window
more often than not he says
like last Tuesday
and sucks his Skittles clean.
riffed bridge and growl.
Tonight on the tongue: stringed things
and bubblegum. I fell in love at
39 with it the pink or because
of it, bubblegum.
At 40 I can say this:
my sharpened shoulders feel like home.
He looks for me in the window
more often than not he says
like last Tuesday
and sucks his Skittles clean.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Saturday, November 24, 2012
winterfall 16 (It's Yours Take It + NOLA Rising)
I feel so honored to call ReX Dingler a friend...he's an artist/activist out of New Orleans and we bumbled across each other a few years ago when we were both working different angles of the same issue: art/community/togetherness. That's my take, he'll describe it differently, no doubt, but since we first cyber-met, he's been a HUGE support of Sina-as-artist. This is the second year I'm participating in his mash-up It's Yours Take It + NOLA Rising Toys for Tots...wherein artists donate artworks and fans, friends & passers by can trade a new toy for a piece of art. It's beyond groovy. I made 2 new jellyfish and sent them eastward today...along with a few stickup stickers of my j-fish doodles.
Back to more regular postings...soon. :)
Friday, November 23, 2012
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Friday, November 16, 2012
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
winterfall 9
winterfall 8
Disclaimer: Tonight I write my own
fictions, push them deep and deeper
down in denim pockets and grin.
I taste and taste of pineapple.
It was the Matisse smiling at me
there which is to say
the lumpy yellorange fruit made me think
smile
and so I did.
No, no.
It was a finger (yours) on elbow
(mine) as we walked from there
to here, or the same finger (yours)
trained on the horizon, or a different
finger (mine) strumming at
the moment when lips (yours) made haste
as if to flutter.
fictions, push them deep and deeper
down in denim pockets and grin.
I taste and taste of pineapple.
It was the Matisse smiling at me
there which is to say
the lumpy yellorange fruit made me think
smile
and so I did.
No, no.
It was a finger (yours) on elbow
(mine) as we walked from there
to here, or the same finger (yours)
trained on the horizon, or a different
finger (mine) strumming at
the moment when lips (yours) made haste
as if to flutter.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Monday, November 5, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Saturday, November 3, 2012
winterfall 1
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from an exercise in Happy Accidents: Improvisation for Writers (excerpt) |
Some things you can expect from me between now and winter's midnight:
1. Process-related posts & hopefully more writing than I've managed to do in pr3vious hundreds. I'll be working on bringing together some of my projects and getting at least 1 of them (well, 2 of them) ready for submissions. As you know, most publishing places want your work unposted from blogs and so I just may not post at all. I also might forget I had any of these thoughts.
2. Animal photography
3. Text-based & visual work from my PINK series
4. More Stella musings as I push her around a little bit
5. More Salton Sea exploration as I'm headed there next week.
Which brings me to my last point for now...I'll be out and about in the next week'ish and so I may not be around much or regularly or every 27 minutes.
Happy winterfalling to all my fellow hundred-daysers,
Sina
Thursday, February 23, 2012
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