Square Peg Round Hole

The secret lives of the simple-hearted

The hopeful hearts of the undeparted

Death, taxes; square peg, round hole

Neither of us able

To fathom the other's soul.

to be continued...

Quiet

In the quietest hours before dawn

I feel the familiar ache at the core of me.

And I marvel

At how a hollow can feel so heavy.

I thought emptiness was weightless?

*

Wandering Star by POLIÇA

Happy New Year

Morning Sun by Anwen Keeling

My first audio post. Thought I'd try something different. =) (by the way, that's supposed to be *illegal substances.) 

First post 2012 by sittingprettyincebucity

Of Childhood Dreams

Painting by Gerard Boersma

                                          Momel, the blogger I have christened The Bovine Scatologist, over at The Blahg of Bullshit suggested that I visit his Mistress of the Universe's blog if I wanted to learn how to write creatively. When I was a little girl I thought I wanted to be a writer - a novelist, among a long list of other things (veterinarian, interior decorator, fashion designer, teacher, I think firefighter was in there, too, at one point) and went so far as to plant a stack of paper next to our rickety old typewriter and sit myself down in front of it to write a book. Clickety-clickety-clackety...ding! Aw crap, where's the correction fluid? This was short-lived to say the least. 

             I was reminded of this ephemeral childhood fantasy when Momel made this suggestion, so I popped on over there to see what was up. Jessica Zafra's Lit Wit Challenge 4.3 theme is Metamorphosis: In 1,000 words write a story in which the protagonist wakes up and finds herself/himself transformed into an animal, plant, or object. 

                       I am currently tossing around the idea of a congenitally (and severely) disfigured child who may also be dying from some unrelated disease (must be some really bad fuku) who wakes up in her hospital room to discover she has morphed into a fly. As a literal fly on the wall, she is able to hear what her parents and other people say about her and her condition. I don't know. That's all I've thought up so far. Creative suggestions from you, dear reader, are welcome! =) Help a sister out. 

*My use of the word fuku is an allusion to the book The Brief Wondrous Life  of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz, which I have recently finished reading, and which I loved.  Read it if you haven't yet!

Leave a comment Mr. McLurkey!

Bonne année et bonne santé !

Happy New Year to you, wherever you are... 

Of Simplicity and Freudian Free Association

Summer Interior - Edward Hopper, 1909

          I read that Sigmund Freud would have his patients lie on his couch and exercise what he called 'free association'. He would have them speak of anything that came to mind, as a way to let the contents of the subconscious, thoughts normally suppressed, surface and communicate with the consciousness. Lying in bed yesterday afternoon I tried it for a few minutes. This is what surfaced (after some editing).

          Two books currently on my nightstand include Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass and Jostein Gaarder’s Sophie’s World which may explain the nature of some of the content.

          If you find poetry or the imitation of it tedious (as I usually do), just skip this post.

Kisses, embraces, and nowhere places,

Forgotten faces, not my own

I hope.

I believe, but what is belief?

Reality exists and is what it is,

Who can change it, not me?

Curtains and laces and blended faces,

Abandoned places not my own

Maybe ours, if only for a summer past,

But certainly not forever gone

I see you there, and here, and everywhere,

But nowhere, not my own

I miss you, I hate you, I may actually love you,

My perpetual indecision is known

Semantics, hysterics,

Philosophic, neurotic

Oh, when will I be free?

Of these cages and wages

Of war against nature

Of Unbearable Lightness of being.

Rhyme and meter and picky eaters

And fishing in the sea

Or lake as the case may be.

Cheese and tomatoes,

Green beans and potatoes

All of it I see

Or saw

Or will see

Time is playing tricks on little old me.

Advance, retreat,

No one to beat me but he

Submission, admission,

Repression, cognition

Oh, how I long to be free

Secrets, where is he?

Lonely road, Where is she?

Warm hands, soft lips, wet tongue,

Your tongue on me…

Sensitive places, tips and spaces,

Maybe sensation will set me free.

‘Exit here,’ I wish it said somewhere

Just exactly how to be

Liberated, non-frustrated,

Nihilistic, emancipated;

Gone, this inertia of ennui.

Angst, self-doubt,

Self reproach, self-abdication;

Emotion, you treason of reason,

Leave me be!

It is transcendence I seek,

Sweet, and unencumbered~

Simplicity

 

Of Useful Information

I've always been one of those people who likes to be prepared. Knowledge is power, I say. The best way that I learn is to study theory and then practice (repeatedly) til perfection. If you're anything like me and like instructional videos, here's one you might find useful. Exercise caution when climbing over the gearshift.

How To Have Sex in a Car on Howcast

Be safe, automotive acrobats!

Ivy - I Hate December

Of Full Disclosure

Eric Fischl, 2001

        I think that if all singles adopted the regular practice of full disclosure it would spare both parties the aggravation of trying to decipher the other's motives. If intentions are clear from the very beginning, neither party is liable for (what would otherwise be) inevitable disillusionment. For example, upon seeing an attractive girl, a guy could walk up and say, 

        "Hi, I'm not looking for a relationship right now, but I think you're pretty hot and I would really like to (expletive) you, and if it's good, (expletive) you repeatedly. So if you're interested in the same, here's my number. If you're not interested and are completely offended, please don't slap me (my friends over there are watching) I just thought it was worth a shot."

        Or, as the case may be:

        "Hi, I'm looking to find true love and the future mother of my children, and I believe that between our equally ridiculous good looks, notable athletic ability, and your superior intelligence, our offspring would have a considerable genetic advantage over everyone else's little second-rate rugrats. Whaddya say we find out if you're the one to help me breed superior beings?" 

        Sure, it would take a little getting used to as people aren't generally accustomed to brutal honesty. But I think it would work out for the best in the long run. No confusion. No 'Does he want something serious or does he just want to f*** me?' No trichotillomania-inducing exasperation.  Less moping about in pajamas, eating Spam out of the can, lip-syncing to Sheena Easton on 96.3 W Rock, thinking 'Why hasn't he called? Huhuhu.'  (Just so we're clear, that is so not me...huhuhu.)

        See ya next time Full Disclosurists! (Yes, I made that word up.)