out of the shower***

2009-11-06T14:12:00.000-08:00

Be Sunflower Tall

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beefcrotch

2009-11-04T13:58:00.000-08:00

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Woman grabs her crotch and yells "I've got your BEEF RECALL right hea!"

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WOOFing

2009-11-04T13:56:00.000-08:00

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I daydream I fall and give that laughing, entreating look like Chrissy Snow in the opening credits. I see a wolfish dog on the street, with piercing blue eyes. I turn my head away and imagine he is mauling my leg like a beef shank. But really, it is just something in his eyes.

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this is why i never blog.

2009-10-28T12:36:00.001-07:00

EL:ele

2009-10-09T17:25:00.000-07:00

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Rats. Hyesoon on Bart. Almost skating open toed on shit sidewalk.
How vulnerable the toes.Trucks five inches from. Vectors and other sharp stray teeth. Suddenly, glass/Transparency of the broken, refracted, stained. I miss you in sleep, Brooklyn with your myopia and sunburns.

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forest parts

2009-07-31T21:41:00.001-07:00

i had fun making it. collaging makes me want to write more. writing makes me want to collage more. the two forms that i formerly considered to be diametrically opposed are working together. ain't that cool?

purge II collage

2009-07-20T12:48:00.000-07:00

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I'm finally collaging again. It feels wonderful.
Why ever the dance of abnegating?
This can be so frustrating.
I collect bits and parts and strips and they sit in boxes.
Well, the time has come to purge.

Thought I'd post some old collages to help with the necessary letting of the old/begetting of the new.
(Speaking of new, did you know that the sign for new is a scooping motion?)
I love this.

I may post other collages in weeks to come, as I feel motivated to decongest the creativity particles.

Woman Triptych
Mixed Media, 2005

REMOVE THIS STUB was made for a Mixed Media and the Photographic Image class, which was taught by Gillian Spragens, also in 2005.

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something like autobiography

2009-07-15T17:00:00.000-07:00

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My memories are of street fights.
Milk glass.
Gummy blobs on the sidewalk.

Errant urchins.
A wish frustrated.

Brother and sister tag teams in front of "our" house.
Agonal gutter rainbows.

Sidewalk made cheeks and knees rubble.
Landscape for pretending.

Why were we always fighting.
Filled up with breaking light.

Sometimes we played stoopball,
sometimes we rollerskated,
sometimes we punched each other in the face.

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xes and oes

2009-07-08T00:22:00.000-07:00

why would one try to diagram ecstasy?

2009-07-01T14:35:00.000-07:00

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Every body is sweating on the bus but no one is complaining.

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35 about me - which I never got around to publishing on FB and now it would be an annoyance and so i'm thinking it's a way to reenter the wilderness.

2009-05-06T16:47:00.000-07:00

a context, a culling:

I was tagged a few times and decided to use the form as an exercise for writing a memoir. i was also reading my life by lyn hejinian, and became very interested in the idea of telling one's story by way of alternating perspectives.

i feel that we are by turns insects, birds, idiots. we are pieces of songs scribbled in journals, pieces of family, memory, yesterday's breakfast, gas station signs, and gashed knees. we are bits and parts and effluvia and heartbreak and so much more.

this is an attempt to capture some of that so much more.

1. “Conceived in the idiom of the instrument.”[i]

2. Sound of arm or wing flapping.

3. Toys under couch cushions, dirty ashtrays and silenced music.

4. Getting her adult feathers. Picked on, plucked off.

5. Lots of stares at my tiger umbrella.

6. My plant-life fell off the back of a truck.

7. Simple, green bean.

8. Egress, dotard.

9. Herky jerky heart parts.

10. Acacia leaves.

11. Ant parts in the soap.

12. In the shower forgetting my dance moves.

13. Afraid to become her.

14. Bells of an ice cream truck.

15. I’m being self-indulgent and I like it.

16. Tube feet, whoosh whoosh.

17. I’m 35 and I have never owned a car.

18. Ambidextrous, slanted writing.

19. I am going to die before I finish.

20. No patience for chitchat.

21. I just ate a whole bag of pita chips.

22. High school dropout, failed cheerleader.

23. Pillbug, echinoderm.

24. Also, her and her and her.

25. Three or four a day fat during punchball.

26. Woe, bluebell.

27. Gun, Wing, Skull.

28. Eco-friendly collision center.

29. Pink Floyd and french fries.

30. I’m not going in there. There’s responsibility in that room.

31. Deciduous, show enough face pattern to separate.[ii]

32. Radiolarian when exponent.

33. The elephant stepped on the molasses.

34. Crumbling irascible.

35. Mountain a silly dress I wear.

[i] Gizzi, Peter. The House that Jack Built: The Collected Lectures of Jack Spicer. University Press of New England: 1998.

[ii] Robbins, Chandler S.; Bruun, Bertel; Zim, Herbert S. A Guide to Field Identification Birds of North America. Golden Press: 1966.

Welcome friends, to the sounds of insects.

2009-04-20T12:00:00.000-07:00

yesterday at lakeside park, i lay in the grass for a rare, calm moment.
opened eyes, grass, humming and buzzing, itching but happy.
on the walk home, a tick on my shoulder.
next time, i must remember to spray MYSELF with the insect repellent, not just Phoenix.
anyway, i take it as a reminder to further my insect studies.
o, coleoptera, how you break my heart!

things get both too ugly and too lovely sometimes

2009-04-17T22:49:00.000-07:00

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gilded gets grating
everything becomes something

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bugbird poem as memoir (a beginning)

2009-04-16T12:22:00.000-07:00

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1. Usually lamellate, sometimes flabellate.
2. Call is an ascending whistle. 3. Tegulae present. Body flattened.
4. Deciduous, show enough face pattern to separate.
5. All killing jars should be wiped out occasionally.
Wingbeats slow enough to be counted.

1. (superfamily scarabaeid)
2. (common loon)
3. (achilid planthopper)
4. (bridled titmouse)
5. (mockingbird)

...porch...

2009-02-20T00:56:00.000-08:00

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It must be my vitreous humor, this myopia the meatus of our cave dwelling.
We rant in posterior chamber, suck carbon through filters, acquiesce to searing conjunctiva.
I worried the daydream so belligerent I breaked it.
Clenched shell to palm shards.
We sit and draw, accuse, and sometimes look one another in the eye.
Sclera in orbit.
Can't you see it.

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2009-01-12T11:48:00.000-08:00

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All this effort is exhausting my esophagus rattle.
I am lapping around on forelimbs breathing patient white but gray on the inside of molting. What the center, what gallop rides in on the night when night is not real,
A bubble rocketing star (head) light, shooting like some wild cracked celestial pelvis.
The oceanography of cellular bodies.
Free fall no will, adrift effluvia
Gather might, danger near to the stillness of the bole growing.
Not the branch but the bole is growing, onward the leaves now trifoliate, gather water on their green tongue, their winded epiglottis, nearer to going than seeing.
What wind is the whoosh of a willow a reed a toddler discovering dirt and sticks and wanting to keep them. Wanting to make the outside a part of his cellular – no, knowing it is already a part of him. Recognizing. How beautiful that is.

wilderness voice

2009-01-07T14:39:00.000-08:00

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hi, faithfuls.
will you be witness to my energy-scattering distracted whore revelry?
i've decided some explaining is in order. only i am already truncating myself.
focus, self.
for some time, i've wondered whether i would continue this blog, and if so, where the hell do i want it to go or be. that said, i think i must bifurcate in order to disseminate. forthwith, babies will be whispered of in another atmos. i will post word here when/if i create a mama green blog. for now though, i need this space to be clear for the aggregate of incoherent consciousness streams. this is a spam filter of sorts for my serial poem-in-progress, wilderness brooklyn.
i welcome any comments/suggestions.

thanks for reading...

meatus for jelly

2009-01-07T13:24:00.000-08:00

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What kind of meatus is this – ignored, remastered in colonial sparkling huts, remember?

I knew the wild would getchu one day, knew the wind gentle as a reed tickles the air would be all sunshine on the barbecue, family picnic rock trivia incest lice and chicken wings.

The helios of summer and I burned my nine year old forearm on the metal hot dog stand.

ego er stumble breaking.

2008-12-23T12:25:00.000-08:00

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hi there, winged, winging it deadon moving sustainable. how's that again sourpuss dawdle bilbo. what's up motha break it we don't need no stinking, how's that for yo grill, you make my life a living, so beautiful this starlight a caress a tumbling, bell landmine, how's that gonna play, what the motha eff, dear dearest daring love, you rock.

crazy baby time

2008-11-07T11:34:00.000-08:00

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Where Phoenix once woke with a cry that often incited stomach lurching and something to break, he now wakes silently. In the last week, he has taken to stealthily climbing off our bed, creeping into whichever room I am in, and scaring the crap out of me.
Last night around 11, four hours after I had put him to bed, I was washing his tub toys in the bathroom sink, when from my periphery, I saw movement. I looked and there was Phoenix SKIPPING in the damn hallway.
My first thought? "TERRORIST! MINI TERRORISTS!"

So, I compose myself and say "Hey buddy, whatcha doin?"
Motherfucka breaks into a two-step do-si-do, and resumes skipping.

toddler animal soup

2008-10-29T16:45:00.000-07:00

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Hooted at owl graffiti this morning,
Giddyup, Giddyup, Giddyup, MOM.
My back a horsie whenever bent cleaning.

Collarbones jut now when I wash my faceparts,
Shoulders at computer remember stroller pushing,
Toddler leaping on leaping, then on the cat sleeping.

Excuse me, where is the goldfish store,
Lingering feet and a snapping neck,
Accumulation is silent.

it's here.

2008-10-27T11:39:00.000-07:00

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yet another reason to oppose plastic and bottled water.

2008-10-15T09:37:00.000-07:00

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Bottled water has contaminants too, study finds

By Jeff Donn, AP National Writer

Article Last Updated: 10/15/2008 08:51:28 AM PDT

Tests on leading brands of bottled water turned up a variety of contaminants, including cancer-linked chemicals three times higher than California's health standard, according to a study released Wednesday by an environmental advocacy group.

The findings challenge the popular impression — and marketing pitch — that bottled water is purer than tap water, the researchers say.

However, all the brands met federal health standards for drinking water. And most of the detected contaminants are common in tap water, too.

Lab tests detected 38 chemicals in 10 brands, with an average of eight contaminants found in each kind of bottled water. Tests showed coliform bacteria, caffeine, the pain reliever acetaminophen, fertilizer, solvents, plastic-making chemicals and the radioactive element strontium.

The two-year study was done by the Washington-based Environmental Working Group, an organization founded by scientists that advocates stricter regulation. It bought bottled water in California, North Carolina, Virginia, Maryland and Delaware. The group has an office in Oakland.

Researchers tested one batch for each of 10 brands. Eight of those did not have troubling levels of contaminants. But two brands did, so more tests were done and those revealed chlorine byproducts above California's standard. The researchers identified those two brands as Sam's Choice sold by Wal-Mart and Acadia of Giant Food supermarkets.

The other eight, which researchers didn't identify, carried legal levels of many contaminants. Some of those chemicals, like arsenic and the solvent toluene, have been tied to health risks. Some of the contaminants apparently came from pollutants often found in tap water, and others probably leached from plastic bottles, the researchers said.

In the Wal-Mart and Giant Food bottled water, the highest concentration of chlorine byproducts, known as trihalomethanes, was over 35 parts per billion. California requires 10 parts per billion or less, and the industry's International Bottled Water Association makes 10 its voluntary guideline. The federal limit is 80. In the Wal-Mart and Giant Food bottled water, the highest concentration of chlorine byproducts, known as trihalomethanes, was over 35 parts per billion. California requires 10 parts per billion or less, and the industry's International Bottled Water Association makes 10 its voluntary guideline. The federal limit is 80.

Water researcher Dr. David Carpenter, director of the Institute for Health and the Environment of the University at Albany, who had no role in the study, singled out trihalomethanes as the biggest concern because of strong research links to cancer.

"These are levels that should not be in bottled water," he said.

Giant Food officials declined to comment. Instead, company officials released a brief statement asserting that Acadia meets all regulatory standards.

Acadia is sold in the mid-Atlantic states, so it isn't held to California's standard. In most places, bottled water must meet roughly the same federal standards as tap water.

The researchers also said the Wal-Mart brand exceeded California's limit by five times for a second chlorine byproduct, bromodichloromethane.

The Environmental Working Group said it notified California's attorney general of its intent to sue Wal-Mart. The group wants the company to label its bottles in California with a warning of cancer-causing chemicals. Wal-Mart did not respond to a request for comment.

Joe Doss, president of the International Bottled Water Association, said he would not defend any company that is exceeding the standard in California. "If they have exceeded it, they should meet it," he said.

The chlorine byproducts, which studies have also linked to birth defects, presumably come from chlorine used as a disinfectant, which ends up in public water systems. Tap water is often repackaged and sold as bottled water, and the researchers say that was true of these two brands.

"In some cases, it appears bottled water is no less polluted than tap water and, at 1,900 times the cost, consumers should expect better," said Jane Houlihan, an environmental engineer who co-authored the study.

The researchers recommend that people who are worried use a carbon filter for their tap water.

the first breastpump?

2008-09-05T14:06:00.000-07:00

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Miraculous radio-controlled milking-machine of 1931

With only a five-foot length of copper, it was possible for the farmer of 1931 to milk his cows by radio control!

THERE seems to be no end to the versatility of radio in these days of electrical and mechanical miracles—not even cows and street cars are immune to the influences of its radiations. As a curtain raiser at the annual radio show held recently in St. Louis, a street car was operated from a distance by a mere man with a radio transmitter in his hand, and a Holstein cow was made to dispense her milk by the medium of radio waves, whether she liked it or not.
The mechanism of the trolley car and the mechanism of the milking machine were hooked up to a specially constructed radio receiver using only a five-foot length of copper pipe as an antenna. At a distance stood the operator, holding a portable radio transmitter using a similar antenna, as shown in the accompanying photos. When the key was pressed at the transmitter, the distant receiver in both cases set the machines to operating.

there's a party in my tummy.

2008-09-05T12:52:00.001-07:00

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****out of the shower*******

beefcrotch

WOOFing

this is why i never blog.

EL:ele

forest parts

purge II collage

something like autobiography

xes and oes

35 about me - which I never got around to publishing on FB and now it would be an annoyance and so i'm thinking it's a way to reenter the wilderness.

Welcome friends, to the sounds of insects.

things get both too ugly and too lovely sometimes

bugbird poem as memoir (a beginning)

...porch...

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wilderness voice

meatus for jelly

ego er stumble breaking.

crazy baby time

toddler animal soup

it's here.

yet another reason to oppose plastic and bottled water.

Bottled water has contaminants too, study finds

the first breastpump?

Miraculous radio-controlled milking-machine of 1931

there's a party in my tummy.

out of the shower***