Anonymous asked: Your split with Ruby was fantastic. I really love Ruby's side, but I listen to your side on the bus, in the bath, doing yoga, in my bed, and everywhere in between. When will you release more? Please make it soon! <3

If you’re one of our friends going to Burnsapaloosa, I’ll be reading some recent work there. 
If you can’t go, I have a writing blog (thenapkinnotes.tumblr.com) where you can check up on that, but it’s not audible.
I’m trying to have another album out on Bandcamp by the end of the summer (hopefully). 

Thanks so much! Ruby and I both appreciate your listening! 

1 day ago on May 31, 2012 at 02:34pm

arpeggia:

Claire Morgan

Fluid 
1.5m (w) x 1.5m (d) x height variable 
strawberries, taxidermied crow, fishing hooks, nylon

Exhibited at Building With Colour, Gallery North, Newcastle and Consumer, Palais de Tokyo, Paris

Vermont. 

Anonymous asked: You write beautifully. I'm aware that this is not a question, but it's true. Beautiful.

My friend Ruby moved from Australia to Hong Kong, and now goes to school with me in CT. She has a lot of people she hasn’t seen in a while. And once, Ruby told me when she met a friend after (I think years) she wanted to talk about my poetry (which, now that I look at it, isn’t up to be talked about). And I did laps around the bagel shop like I was in marching band, hyperventilating. I’m with my parents, so I can’t do that shit, but inside my cavities I am. 

Thank you. 
P.S. This is the internet. No questions are actually questions. Don’t sweat it.
 

“But at the end if those three days, the fearsome heat
beginning to take its toll on the body of his dead friend, 
Alexander was persuaded to take action. Pulling himself together
and leaving his tent, he took out his copy of Homer, untied it, 
began to turn the pages. Finally he gave orders that the funeral
rites described for Patroklos be followed to the letter:
he wanted Cletus to have the biggest possible send-off.
And when the pyre was burning and the bowls of wine were 
passed his way during the ceremony? Of course, what do you
think? Alexander drank his fill and passed
out. He had to be carried to his tent. He had to be lifted, to be put
into his bed.”

1 week ago on May 25, 2012 at 01:15am
1 week ago on May 23, 2012 at 11:28pm

Sunday best.

There’s nothing quite like hearing someone in a language not quite like your own— but like one you almost speak— falling in love with nothing.

1 week ago on May 20, 2012 at 01:08pm

williamjames174:

resurgomagazine:

Issue 2: William James [Poetry]

Resurgo Magazine published my poem 5/13/01 - obviously, you can read it here, but please click through and check out what they’re doing!!

Of all poets, he’s one I would love to see. But I kind of can’t, and that makes me so sad.

In memory of Conor Knox, (and all of my friends) who haven’t found the compatible misery yet.