Il est nécessaire que j'écrive une autre blog (poure mettre les autres poèmes)

Oh yea, this thing. I guess I need to put more up.

Revelations

Knee caps act like Jesus
Shins and feet habituate
Atlantis becoming their
Reality. Imagination
Takes hold. Not like those
Exhilarating white-line hills
Mirror basins. Sunrise quick.
Lightning pulses take roads to
Different destinations
As it wraps, snuggle soft.

Pointer, ring, and pinky
Multiply, lengthn, disappear
And taste of hues.

Kaleidoscope tunnel vision
Wooden legs with zebra print
Moon becomes Mother's face.
Tree taunts Father's intuition.

Highway to hell with overtones
of Panama as you approach
The aggressor. Red flag hands.

.uoy truh ot tnaw t'nod I
Wind blows wind up punches
.suolucidir si sihT
Two-tone tie dyed hands, red-white

Second hand
in rhythm
with the first
minute for
another
long night trip.

Come back senses.
He stopped dead.
The water felt
good on his legs.
Infinity
To apathy.

And black sky,
Shore returns.

One night down the rabbit hole
Replaced heavy heartbeat hills.

~Tim

My forrays into what it was like for my dad quand il était adolescent (au moins que je pense qu'il était jeune adult). Fun stuff. I think tip-toeing around the point is a fine point of artistry--when it is needed. Really I think it's necessary to walk around understanding, just to the point where you can miss the point entirely or it be just out of reach (which I think is about all one can do with anything anyways). I wrote a decent poem on 'metaphor' even though most of my poems try to use allusion or figurative language in order to portray what I am saying. Oh well.

Oh, in some good news, I won the John E. McCluskey Scholarly Essay award from the English departmental awards--for my essay on Beckett's novel Molloy. Nice! 150 dollars of nice! Oh, and I was also named the 'Outstanding French Student' recently which is cool because it looks good on a CV and I get a free book (haha)--no really, it's going to be a book on criticism by Bakhtin which was influential on some of the criticism that won me the previous award....so that should be interesting.

To lighten the mood, here are some 'American Sentences'—Ginsberg coined this. They are sentences of 17 syllables.

--How can shoes smell like brownies after sweaty feet step steps all day long?
--Mad Hatter only goes one leg at a time on prime number days.
--Pepperoni speckled quarters ooze melted goodness for less that 5.
--Umbrella handed, late for work, implicates madatory car splash.
--Tacky toned 12 truch tango triangulated testimonies.
--Tired of the regular ups and downs--the crossword went 3d.
--In transit to the shower, I learned how to juggle standing naked.
--Shit on the metro while dreams come true was Paris in a nutshell.
--Montmartre in the morning found blanket fog cover les banlieues.
--Skinny jeans wrap my legs waiting for alcohol's onslaught to begin.
--Shower necessitation results from procrastination today.

I'll put another one up soon.
love.