Thursday, January 05, 2006

I Am My Own Man

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Write The Following Poems:

The Birth of Tools
Dance of the Red Tree
Naked Before, Naked Again
Flood of The Night Belly
Incantation Is No Protection
Weapons Cannot Cleave It
I Am Against All Enemies of Change
Undoing is My Alembic
Artifacts Belong To Mother
Bang The Conundrum
Isn't Nothing Louder Than My Hammer


then get back to me.


Blogger LKD said...

Consider yourself gotten back to.

10:02 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Okay, Laurels done her duty.

Who's next?

BTW, your poem kicks ass, Laurel.



7:13 AM  
Blogger Franchesca Rosado said...

baby this picture...he looks so wise..

9:35 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


Yeah, his face is incredible here. I shot this at Griselle's wedding last year, and I've been wanting to do something with it since then. I like the way this turned out.

Thanks for stopping in again.



11:54 AM  
Blogger LKD said...

Consider yourself gotten back to....again.

(and thanks for posting these, friend...)

5:56 PM  
Blogger LKD said...

And, um, again.

Am I the only one taking you up on this?

Damn. Damn shame. I find these titles irresistible.

3:19 PM  
Blogger LKD said...

Here. I'll just post the third one here. At the rate I'm going, I'll probably end up writing a poem for everyone of these, sir.

The Failed Seductress: Naked Before, Naked Again

I’ve been naked before.
I’ll be naked again. In between,
I’ll be clothed, buttoned up
to my neck, swaddled tighter
than an infant. I’ll yank the strings
on the black hoodie pulled
over my head so only the tip
of my nose is exposed.
Good luck. The zipper’s stuck.
I don’t want to be seen.
I prefer to keep my skin
to myself. I don’t even want
to see my own body.
So turn off the lights
and come to bed. Shut
your eyes. Don’t peek.
Pretend you’re a blind man.
While you’re trying to read
the Braille of my imperfect
flesh, I’ll pretend I’m the magician’s
assistant or rather, the space
in the trunk, the emptiness
where I was before he said:
Abracadabra! The woman is gone.
So, go on. Let the fun begin.

3:24 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...



These are so wonderful. I get a little shiver down my spine...

I'm glad you've taken me up on the offer...


3:35 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

12:35 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Undoing is My Alembic

12:36 PM  
Blogger michael said...


6:35 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow! These are all very awesome. I was just googling Elegua and found this picture and clicked on the link. How awesome! As I was reading through some of your other blogs I saw some amazing lines that would be wonderful to use in a story I'm working on, of course I wouldn't dream of using anything without permission. but the particular things that got me were, "She's got a big heart but doesn't know it, or tries to refuse it because it is too big to handle. Something. She is in love with life and has a big crush on death, which I think is okay as long as she doesn't kill herself over it."
and "How do you know that what you dream of is not real?
All those neurons firing in the twisted deep dark of the skull's vault
are doing something, after all.
Snap, crackle, pop.
Now you see me, now you don't..."

I absolutely ADORE those.

here is my email in case you want to message me back.


6:53 PM  

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