tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45185851400464528892024-03-12T19:27:22.894-04:00:0 :O ;)!Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-40287144258453289812016-03-26T15:46:00.002-04:002016-03-26T15:46:49.714-04:00See sharp to sideSee sharp to side<br />
and where to bend to<br />
see down slope, drop<br />
in bed, to the sill<br />
about a seat, up on<br />
the feel.Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-59065233086403652482011-09-23T19:15:00.000-04:002011-09-23T19:15:22.085-04:00When did a "learning moment" become a "teaching moment"?Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-56177727427126289362011-08-25T16:10:00.000-04:002011-08-25T16:10:32.323-04:00A Leather Jacket will answer all my problems<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">My Philosophy of Life - John Ashbery</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"></div><pre style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Just when I thought there wasn't room enough
for another thought in my head, I had this great idea--
call it a philosophy of life, if you will. Briefly,
it involved living the way philosophers live,
according to a set of principles. OK, but which ones?
That was the hardest part, I admit, but I had a
kind of dark foreknowledge of what it would be like.
Everything, from eating watermelon or going to the bathroom
or just standing on a subway platform, lost in thought
for a few minutes, or worrying about rain forests,
would be affected, or more precisely, inflected
by my new attitude. I wouldn't be preachy,
or worry about children and old people, except
in the general way prescribed by our clockwork universe.
Instead I'd sort of let things be what they are
while injecting them with the serum of the new moral climate
I thought I'd stumbled into, as a stranger
accidentally presses against a panel and a bookcase slides back,
revealing a winding staircase with greenish light
somewhere down below, and he automatically steps inside
and the bookcase slides shut, as is customary on such occasions.
At once a fragrance overwhelms him--not saffron, not lavender,
but something in between. He thinks of cushions, like the one
his uncle's Boston bull terrier used to lie on watching him
quizzically, pointed ear-tips folded over. And then the great rush
is on. Not a single idea emerges from it. It's enough
to disgust you with thought. But then you remember something
William James
wrote in some book of his you never read--it was fine, it had the
fineness,
the powder of life dusted over it, by chance, of course, yet
still looking
for evidence of fingerprints. Someone had handled it
even before he formulated it, though the thought was his and
his alone.
It's fine, in summer, to visit the seashore.
There are lots of little trips to be made.
A grove of fledgling aspens welcomes the traveler. Nearby
are the public toilets where weary pilgrims have carved
their names and addresses, and perhaps messages as well,
messages to the world, as they sat
and thought about what they'd do after using the toilet
and washing their hands at the sink, prior to stepping out
into the open again. Had they been coaxed in by principles,
and were their words philosophy, of however crude a sort?
I confess I can move no farther along this train of thought--
something's blocking it. Something I'm
not big enough to see over. Or maybe I'm frankly scared.
What was the matter with how I acted before?
But maybe I can come up with a compromise--I'll let
things be what they are, sort of. In the autumn I'll put up jellies
and preserves, against the winter cold and futility,
and that will be a human thing, and intelligent as well.
I won't be embarrassed by my friends' dumb remarks,
or even my own, though admittedly that's the hardest part,
as when you are in a crowded theater and something you say
riles the spectator in front of you, who doesn't even like the idea
of two people near him talking together. Well he's
got to be flushed out so the hunters can have a crack at him--
this thing works both ways, you know. You can't always
be worrying about others and keeping track of yourself
at the same time. That would be abusive, and about as much fun
as attending the wedding of two people you don't know.
Still, there's a lot of fun to be had in the gaps between ideas.
That's what they're made for! Now I want you to go out there
and enjoy yourself, and yes, enjoy your philosophy of life, too.
They don't come along every day. Look out! There's a big one...</span></pre><br />
Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-83145612416553763302011-07-11T11:20:00.001-04:002014-02-08T07:52:58.779-05:00I'm in a hotel room in Dallas<br />
sounds nostalgic<br />
and someone stole<br />
my complimentary USA Today<br />
<br />
But, Dallas, a hotel room<br />
there's that dusty light coming though<br />
sheer rayon curtains<br />
the way it hangs sunk but still<br />
Dr. Phil is on TV<br />
<br />
I heard something really sad this morning<br />
no point to it, it was just this morning<br />
but it's part of this half way<br />
<br />
I hope I take a walk tonight<br />
either I'll feel bigger or smaller outside<br />
but it's such a long walk to the lobby and<br />
I never know how to end these things<br />
except outside half way, full stop.Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-84661555722047246622011-07-11T11:18:00.002-04:002011-07-11T11:18:38.983-04:00Some EditsPo<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><u>o</u></span>r<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><u> </u></span>trait d'une Femme - Ezra Pound <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">(he won't mind)</span><br />
<br />
Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">- </span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><s>London</s><strike> has</strike></span> swept about <strike>you</strike> this score year<strike> s</strike><br />
And <s>bright</s> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">right</span> ships left you this or that in <strike>fee</strike> <span style="color: red;">see</span>:<br />
Ideas, old gossip, <s>odd</s> <span style="color: red;">extra(excre)</span>ments of all things,<br />
<s>Strange</s> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">T</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">rained</span> spars of knowledge and <strike>dimmed</strike> <span style="color: red;">canned</span> wares of <strike>price</strike> <span style="color: red;">vice</span>.<br />
<s>Great</s> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Rate</span> minds have sought you<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span>- lacking someone else.<br />
You have been second always<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">, on second thought</span>. Tragical?<br />
No. You preferred it to the <strike>usual</strike> <span style="color: red;">causal</span> thing:<br />
<strike>One dull man,</strike> dulling and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">l</span>ux<span style="color: red;">urious</span><s> </s><s>orious</s>.<br />
One average<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">d</span> mind - with one thought less, each year.<br />
Oh, you are patient, I have seen you sit<br />
<span style="color: red;">(</span>H<span style="color: red;">)</span>ours, where something might have floated up<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">:</span><br />
And now you p<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">l</span>ay one. <s>Yes, you richly pay</s> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Richly paid -</span><br />
You are a person of some interest, one comes to you<br />
and takes strange <s>gain</s> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">game</span> away:<br />
Trophies fished up; so<strike>me</strike> <span style="color: red;">a</span> curious suggestion:<br />
Fact that leads nowhere; <s>and a tale</s> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">but a scale</span> or two<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">.</span><br />
<s>Pregnant with man</s><s>drakes</s> <span style="color: red;">A pitcher plant,</span> or <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">a break</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span>with something else<br />
That might prove useful and yet never <span style="color: red;">approves </span>proves,<br />
That never fits a corner or shows <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">for</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span>use,<br />
<s>Or</s> <span style="color: red;">A</span><span style="color: red;">nd </span>finds its hour upon the loom of <s>days</s> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">daze</span>:<br />
The <strike>t </strike><span style="color: red;">v</span>arnished, gaudy, wonder<strike> ful</strike> <span style="color: red;">f</span>old work;<br />
Idols and <s>ambergris</s> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">waxed</span> <s>and rare</s><strike> in </strike><span style="color: red;">de</span>lays,<br />
These are <s>your</s> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">some</span> riches, <strike>your great store</strike>; and yet<br />
For all this <s>sea</s> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">see</span>-hoard of deciduous things,<br />
Strange woods half <strike>sodden</strike> <span style="color: red;">logs</span>, and new brighter stuff:<br />
In the <s>slow</s> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">sort</span> float of differing light and <strike>deep</strike> <span style="color: red;">bleep</span>,<br />
No! There is nothing! In the whole and all,<br />
Nothing that's quite <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">all</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">right,</span> your own<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">,</span><br />
<s>Yet</s> this is you<span style="color: red;">th</span>.Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-8467548122158101702011-06-26T15:21:00.002-04:002011-06-26T15:23:02.497-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTNR7Mj6Wok/TgeFiZQZYAI/AAAAAAAAAiE/FIJucU9ItaA/s1600/IMG_0473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTNR7Mj6Wok/TgeFiZQZYAI/AAAAAAAAAiE/FIJucU9ItaA/s640/IMG_0473.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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</div>Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-26327031072498803182011-06-25T15:26:00.002-04:002011-06-25T15:29:10.863-04:00 N<br />
O A<br />
D L<br />
c D<br />
M s <br />
Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-33976622630356711282011-06-16T20:19:00.004-04:002011-06-24T01:33:43.600-04:00This is a RiddleYou are in a room and the ceiling_<br />
is really low, you know_<br />
you are seeing everything in_<br />
a shortened way. You can go_<br />
laterally any way, but the room_<br />
has a short yellow ceiling, so_<br />
you can see out away, down_<br />
the hall, you can look up, but not see above. What_<br />
is_<br />
it?_____________________________Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-14459407369832675142011-06-16T20:02:00.000-04:002011-06-16T20:02:03.971-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7RzperMMxLw/TfqZUGDwhtI/AAAAAAAAAiA/beCYRDFW7nQ/s1600/IMG00300-20110616-1948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="332" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7RzperMMxLw/TfqZUGDwhtI/AAAAAAAAAiA/beCYRDFW7nQ/s400/IMG00300-20110616-1948.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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de rigueur<br />
augurKatie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-31912821803735429652011-05-20T09:57:00.000-04:002011-05-20T09:57:22.362-04:00Gregory Corso Clip1<br />
Four windmills, acquaintanceships, <br />
were spied one morning eating tulips.<br />
Noon <br />
and the entire city flips<br />
screaming: Apocalypse! Apocalypse!Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-9764001563662093162011-04-24T21:29:00.006-04:002011-06-29T19:26:22.587-04:00Pulaski Skyway World<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwLaEzXHNdrHrgQz_1qhamcqIj1pLz4hLPA0SN86QIQl4yAClwWN7iBypibNd1-5_CZIn_PneSluzAventjJA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
There's commute to it. The Cashmere Pulaski Skyway.Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-32954401768731668422011-04-24T20:47:00.003-04:002011-04-24T21:34:18.152-04:00Nada observationGeneva is like a low-pressure water fountain.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vpgMzMYzn04/TbTEIiK7TuI/AAAAAAAAAhw/lRdIQz8gTPg/s1600/IMG_0433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vpgMzMYzn04/TbTEIiK7TuI/AAAAAAAAAhw/lRdIQz8gTPg/s400/IMG_0433.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-64048571815954064422011-04-23T21:10:00.008-04:002011-04-24T21:35:35.992-04:00Girl's night out<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;">Tooker</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xX_zxpQPHps/TbN5OPoMKbI/AAAAAAAAAhk/0av7jETSwQg/s1600/IMG_1168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xX_zxpQPHps/TbN5OPoMKbI/AAAAAAAAAhk/0av7jETSwQg/s640/IMG_1168.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-51461857632937117572011-04-09T23:34:00.001-04:002011-04-10T10:27:47.894-04:00Angle of Yaw - Ben Lerner<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>HE HAD ENOUGH RESPECT FOR PAINTING</b> to quit. Enough respect for quitting to paint.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Enough respect for the figure to abstract. For abstraction to hint at the breast. For the breast to</div><div style="text-align: justify;">ask the model to leave. But I live here, says the model. And I respect that, says the painter. But</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have enough respect for respect to insist. For insistence to turn the other cheek. For the other</div><div style="text-align: justify;">cheek to turn the other cheek. Hence I appear to be shaking my head No.</div>Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-12960731274677009302011-04-09T22:47:00.003-04:002011-04-24T21:35:03.686-04:00Anecdote of the Jar - Wallace StevensI placed a jar in Tennessee,<br />
And round it was, upon a hill.<br />
It made the slovenly wilderness<br />
Surround that hill.<br />
<br />
The wilderness rose up to it,<br />
And sprawled around, no longer wild.<br />
The jar was round upon the ground<br />
And tall and of a port in air.<br />
<br />
It took dominion every where.<br />
The jar was gray and bare.<br />
It did not give of bird or bush,<br />
Like nothing else in Tennessee.<br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Free 2 Play</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Everyone Wins</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A Game of Skill</div>Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-52597620876717247762011-03-07T23:48:00.006-05:002011-04-21T12:16:07.234-04:00Groucho Marx on the ability to bang mad chicksWhatever it is, I'm against it!Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-80051465700211462202011-03-07T23:13:00.048-05:002016-03-26T15:42:52.147-04:00Dogs, Foreign CarsDogs, foreign cars,<br />
the bourgeoisie, electronic boxes.<br />
Don't listen to me, go ask your mother --<br />
the appeals court. <br />
Look, I should never have let her give you<br />
no pulp orange juice --<br />
women's lib. <br />
What are you doing,<br />
go comb your hair, your hurting me.<br />
Please call your mother.<br />
Go on.<br />
For her, not for me.<br />
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Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-15257675916360568282011-02-03T22:57:00.004-05:002011-02-03T23:15:22.886-05:00Opposition - Mitsuharu KanekoIn my youth<br />
I was opposed to school.<br />
And now, again,<br />
I'm opposed to work.<br />
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Above all it is health<br />
And righteousness that I hate the most.<br />
There's nothing so cruel to man<br />
As fitness and truth.<br />
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Of course I'm opposed to "the national spirit"<br />
And duty and human feeling make me vomit.<br />
I'm against any government anywhere<br />
And show my ass to authors' and artists' circles.<br />
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When I'm asked for what I was born,<br />
Without scruple, I'll reply, to oppose.<br />
When I'm in the east<br />
I want to go to the west.<br />
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I fasten my coat at the left, my shoes right and left.<br />
My hakama I wear back to front and I ride a horse facing its behind.<br />
What everyone else hates I like<br />
And my greatest hate of all is people feeling the same.<br />
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This I believe: to oppose<br />
Is the only fine thing in life.<br />
To oppose is to live.<br />
To oppose is to get a grip on the very self.<br />
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Except when Marvin sings it.<br />
<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QRvVzaQ6i8A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-45138045901071714802011-02-03T22:30:00.001-05:002011-02-03T22:38:46.773-05:00Common Nouns and Their Plural Forms - H*Y*M*A*N K*A*P*L*A*Nhouse....houses<br />
dog....dogies<br />
library....Public library<br />
cat....Katz<br />
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(The Education of Hyman Kaplan, Leonard Q. Ross)Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-29552564112346249522011-01-29T19:33:00.005-05:002011-01-29T22:31:26.261-05:00This Is Bad - Gottfried Benn, Translated by Harvey ShapiroSomeone hands you an English thriller, <div>highly recommended.</div><div>You don't read English.</div><div><br /></div><div>You've worked up a thirst</div><div>for something you can't afford.</div><div><br /></div><div>You have deep insights,</div><div>brand new, and they sound</div><div>like an academic glossing Holderlin.</div><div><br /></div><div>You hear the waves at night</div><div>ramping against the shore</div><div>and you think: that's what waves do. </div><div><br /></div><div>Worse: you're asked out</div><div>when at home you get better coffee,</div><div>silence, and you don't expect to be amused.</div><div><br /></div><div>Awful: not to die in summer</div><div>under a bright sky</div><div>when the rich dirt</div><div>falls easily from the shovel.</div>Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-44252668853296300582011-01-29T18:59:00.006-05:002011-02-03T23:00:38.435-05:00I think I don't like poems about natureConstruct<br />
<div>device</div><div>werk out.<br />
I just come here for the material. </div>Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-76364084708759335672011-01-27T18:42:00.004-05:002011-01-29T22:31:43.358-05:00Three Laments - Diane DiPrima<div style="text-align: left;">I</div><div><br /></div>Alas<div>I believe</div><div>I might have become</div><div>a great writer</div><div>but</div><div>the chairs</div><div>in the library</div><div>were too hard</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">II</div><div><br /></div><div>I have</div><div>the upper hand</div><div>but if I keep it</div><div>I'll lose the circulation</div><div>in one arm</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">III</div><div><br /></div><div>So here I am the coolest in New York</div><div>what dont swing I dont push.</div><div><br /></div><div>In some Elysian field</div><div>by a big tree</div><div>I chew my pride</div><div>like cud.</div>Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518585140046452889.post-41795694314094751942011-01-23T13:55:00.003-05:002011-01-29T22:31:56.859-05:00Motto - Langston HughesI play it cool<br />And dig all jive-<br />That's the reason<br />I stay alive.<br /><br />My motto,<br />As I live and learn<br /> Is<br />Dig and be dug<br />In return.Katie Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972100697931713712noreply@blogger.com0