tendency

My friends Emily and Claire Rabkin and I are writing a performance about gravity. I keep writing dumb things from airplanes and while half-asleep thinking they have some potential and then hating them. I think I've confused myself. Is gravity a drift, a burden, or a magnetism? Get it straight. I started writing a list of

gravities

of mosquitoes to certain sweet blood
of blood to genitals of lovers
of lovers to necks and thighs
of thighs into wicker chairs (a lurid imprint)
of wicker chairs to a rift in a house
of a house further into a lake

a lake

down through ground to low ground
down to the point of shortage with salty erosion traces without the rain which comes
up from the lake before it comes down?
counter gravities.

a tendency to struggle against and relent to gravity (another one, now gravity is tendency? nothing less porous.)

friday night laundry

I love ironing all these size L silk shirts and the pleated shorts. This year at school I forgot it is one of my favorite pasttimes because the iron in the laundry room of Allen Hall is so ineffective (not to mention public and weird if you're ironing regular shirts and stuff). Silk for summer. High-waisted shorts to distract from all the vietnamese sandwiches and beer.

rudimentary record keeping

september 15 2006
first and only gang meeting: climbing ladders three piece suits

november 24
adrian's party nervous legs tonsils in the mirror

november 26
never put shoes on, a heron dropped through the mailbox

december 1
the most depressing snow day imaginable

january 5 2007
reds, socks, running, changing jeans

january 6
double life of veronique

jan 24
room with a view at claire's raced home in the car while they slept

march 1
flooded graveyard in evan's car and drawing bird necks

please look homeward to me

i came home in a cab at 85 miles an hour and overtipped, flew into my room, took off my too tight shorts, threw my keys in the sink, and i was pissing out three quick beers and thinking about how nine day are unbearable- i kept thinking words of love and wanting you and it's because it's night and i'm drunk and have had too much exposure tonight to a few men who hurt me (even if through a few screens). you, i love, i thought. i read the words seoul ballet in a magazine on the windowsill, see, everything points there, four or five signs and symbols. i race-walk when i am like this and i am winding tonight around my bedroom at your heels.

new york tomorrow

Tomorrow I'm going to New York by myself for a day. I don't know what I'll do but I am going have just a backpack and no set trajectory, which is appealing because I'm at the age. I found a notebook to write down some possible buses to take and it had a lot of Japanese in it. I saw Park Sensei tonight taking a photo at Northside's graduation.

elements

a comparison of manta rays and great horned owls
a two-person panic when a train passed too near
caves and cow bones

I'm taking down a public record of a little time; I am trying to write a few stories but it might be easier to fall on the naturally occurring in the next months.