this in from V, who's becoming quite the loquacious and debonair little dilettante http://www.salon.com/feb97/loveslave970210.html
in fact i'd venture that almost everything on http://redwoolenshirts.blogspot.com/ is worth a read
oh wait, i forgot
reading is dead
non?
Friday, February 17, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
how i was raised
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
From The Velveteen Rabbit
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
From The Velveteen Rabbit
Sunday, February 5, 2006
love
ahhhhhhhhh east coast zinho
i am wondering how i ever passed the time here and
how soon i scrape up the money to peace
chicago's vibe grips me like a tractor beam, but without a car i'm stranded in the land beyond... surrounded by slow people with necks red from fieldwork and old-style breath that leaks coon jokes through sparse teeth. drinking was my dumbo's feather to make the rest of the crap seem worthwhile, but it has lost its charm. all would be more exciting if i had a dog to play with. instead i surrender myself to the moon and follow its beams to points east and west
to you.
i tried to register for a conversational spanish class but they only teach them while i work, so instead i'm fiendishly raiding my bros high-school spanish books for some sort of understanding. 'Sabado Gigante' and 'Cristina' make little sense to me as yet, but i'll let you know. i'm thinking now would be a very good time to thumb a ride to mexico and learn for real, but i have to wait until later when the weather cools and the truckers begin to wear more clothes and behave themselves.
i'm going to go play in the sun now and grow some freckles. all the better to kiss me with.
i am wondering how i ever passed the time here and
how soon i scrape up the money to peace
chicago's vibe grips me like a tractor beam, but without a car i'm stranded in the land beyond... surrounded by slow people with necks red from fieldwork and old-style breath that leaks coon jokes through sparse teeth. drinking was my dumbo's feather to make the rest of the crap seem worthwhile, but it has lost its charm. all would be more exciting if i had a dog to play with. instead i surrender myself to the moon and follow its beams to points east and west
to you.
i tried to register for a conversational spanish class but they only teach them while i work, so instead i'm fiendishly raiding my bros high-school spanish books for some sort of understanding. 'Sabado Gigante' and 'Cristina' make little sense to me as yet, but i'll let you know. i'm thinking now would be a very good time to thumb a ride to mexico and learn for real, but i have to wait until later when the weather cools and the truckers begin to wear more clothes and behave themselves.
i'm going to go play in the sun now and grow some freckles. all the better to kiss me with.
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