Monthly Archives: April 2010

A Very Descript Man

I am such a dolent man,
I eptly work each day;
My acts are all becilic,
I’ve just ane things to say.

My nerves are strung, my hair is kempt,
I’m gusting and I’m span:
I look with dain on everyone
And am a pudent man.

I travel cognito and make
A delible impression:
I overcome a slight chalance,
With gruntled self-possesion.

My dignation would be great
If I should digent be:
I trust my vagance will bring
An astrous life for me.

– J. H. Parker


Year 2, Day 146

Year 2, Day 146, originally uploaded by mer-made.

The Uncertainty of the Poet

I am a poet
I am very fond of bananas.

I am bananas
I am very fond of a poet.

I am a poet of bananas
I am very fond.

A fond poet of ‘I am, I am’-
Very bananas.

Fond of ‘Am I bananas,
Am I?’- a very poet.

Bananas of a poet!
Am I fond?’ Am I very?

Poet bananas! I am.
I am very fond a ‘very’.

I am of very fond bananas.
Am I a poet?

– Wendy Cope


  1. Song Away – Hockey
  2. First Person – Jenny Owens Young
  3. Into The Mystic (Van Morrison cover) – Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová (Once)
  4. Librarian – My Morning Jacket
  5. I Hear The Bells – Mike Doughty
  6. Jigsaw – Mates of State
  7. Mathematics – Little Boots
  8. Better Already – Northern State
  9. That’s Not My Name – The Ting Tings
  10. Lonely Ghosts – O+S
  11. Fear Of Trains – The Magnetic Fields
  12. Tea For Two – Bishop Allen
  13. Born In The 80s – The Boat People
  14. California In Popular Song – The Lucksmiths
  15. Something Sassy – The Smittens
  16. Wake Up (Where The Wild Things Are trailer version) – Arcade Fire
  17. Effington – Ben Folds
  18. Angela – Jarvis Cocker
  19. Impacilla Carpisung – The Ting Tings

“There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations – these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit – immortal horrors or everlasting splendors.”

— C.S. Lewis


“They won’t attack us here in the Indian graveyard.”
I love that moment.  And I love the moment
when I climb into your warm you-smelling
bed-dent after you’ve risen. And sunflowers,
once a whole field and I almost crashed,
the next year all pumpkins! Crop rotation,
I love you. Dividing words between syl-
lables! Dachshunds! What am I but the inter-
section of these loves? I spend 35 dollars on a CD
of some guy with 15 different guitars in his shack
with lots of tape delays and loops, a good buy!
Mexican animal crackers! But only to be identified
by what you love is a malformation just as
embryonic chickens grow very strange in zero
gravity. I hate those experiments on animals,
varnished bats, blinded rabbits, cows
with windows in their flanks but obviously
I’m fascinated. Perhaps it was my early exposure
to Frankenstein. I love Frankenstein! Arrgh,
he replies to everything, fire particularly
sets him off, something the villagers quickly
pick up. Fucking villagers. All their shouting’s
making conversation impossible and now
there’s grit in my lettuce which I hate
but kinda like in clams as one bespeaks
poor hygiene and the other the sea.
I hate what we’re doing to the sea,
dragging huge chains across the bottom,
bleaching reefs. Either you’re a rubber/
gasoline salesman or, like me, you’d like
to duct-tape the vice president’s mouth
to the exhaust pipe of an SUV and I hate
feeling like that. I would rather concentrate
in the rapidity of your ideograms, how
only a biochemical or two keeps me
from becoming the world’s biggest lightning bug.

– Dean Young (Embryoyo)

Slice of Sunrise