Distant stations

At the beginning of this summer I set a goal to read twelve books by the time classes resumed.   Class begins on Friday for me.  Today I finished book #12.  The books I read this summer:

High Fidelity & A Long Way Down by Nick Hornby

Ham On Rye & Women by Charles Bukowski

Generation X by Douglas Coupland

Smashed by Koren Zailckas

Harold and Maude by Collin Higgins

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

Memoirs of a Beatnik by Diane DiPrima

Snuff by Chuck Palahniuk

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

Howl & Reality Sandwiches by Allen Ginsberg

Right now I am halfway through Septuagenarian Stew by Bukowski, who, as of this summer, has earned the spot of my favorite writer.

Balance

two tall glasses of sweet iced tea
underneath the sweetgum tree,
and the love we once nurtured, you and me,
disintegrating violently.
stick your tongue out.
catch the pieces as they drift down the air.
i am too slow to catch them all,
not too far gone to care.

two slow summer hours spent picking at the bones,
figuring the interest on delinquent loans.
speaking in sad and mournful tones,
trying to squeeze tears out of mute stones.
wet your finger.
place it toward the wind.
feel disaster in the air.
we are far too slow to outrun it now.
not too far gone to care

a beautiful song i had almost forgotten about

I am back in Philadelphia, but there is nothing to say about it.

Abandon all hope

Yesterday was quite eventful.  I cut my hair.  I have bangs.

And then I saw Aesop Rock with Rob Sonic & Dj Big Wiz

My sweet fracture

These days, these days ...

I move back to Philadelphia in t-minus 5 days, although I'm venturing down to the city tomorrow to see Aesop Rock with Richie & co. I changed my major to graphic design. I'm amped for typography. I'm taking six classes this semester, but I have a feeling my work load will be much lighter than last year.

I read twelve books this summer, actually, I'm on book number twelve now: High Fidelity by Nick Hornby. I write a lot these days. I suppose you'd call them essays. I'm bad at poetry and I certainly don't write stories or fiction.

Last year at this time:

This year @ this time:

Through being cool

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