24 February 2010

juego de palabras

galán: a flirt, someone who treats women nicely
galana: fashionable

galán: + galana = galána

19 February 2010

precious life

there’s enough hate on the internet that i don’t feel like i need to contribute to it, but emily’s post from a long time ago about bad poetry reminded me of this little baby. my best friend and i used to read our friends' school's literary magazine when we would sit in the hall between classes and that's when we discovered mark bruce, boy genius. and really, this isn’t about hate. it’s about liking a memory and love for really really bad poems.


.:.Precious Life.:.
Mark Bruce

I really like this Mike-n-Ike,
Yellow, orange, or green.
It seems to last forever
At least that's what it seems.

Large and wholesome when you start,
The candy seems so big,
But quickly it disintegrates.
You don't know where it's been.

Try to enjoy your Mike-n-Ike from the beginning 'til the end
Its gone before you know it.
But just pop one back in.

Life is like a Mike-n-Ike.
You think it lasts forever
Try to appreciate the little things,
If you know this, you're quite clever.

Life and Mike-n-Ikes also have a difference.
When your life is gone, it's gone.
You can always pop in a new candy.
But life is still gone.


can we just talk about what’s obvious: this poem is about mike-n-fucking-ikes. poetry should probably never wade into the shallow depths of chewy candies, but this boy takes it to a whole new level. he’s talking about the temporality of life. keep that in mind, we’ll get back to that.

let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start. there's nothing too bad here. nothing too great, either, but there’s really no warning that you’re about read the worst poem ever written. i give him points for being sneaky.

stanza two. um…there’s nothing wholesome about a mike-n-ike. and that whole “you don’t know where it’s been” thing? i do know where it’s been. it’s been in your mouth. that’s why it’s disappearing. but who's counting?

ahh yes, right around here is where he starts pulling out the good stuff. “life is like a mike-n-ike.” sure, dude. it’s like he was just chillaxin' with some candy and his friend came over and was all, “so did you finished your meditation-on-the-meaning-of-life poem for english class?” and he went, “shit i forgot” and then was like, “oh look, i’m eating a mike-n-ike, maybe i should just write a poem about it.”

last and probably least: “life and mike-n-ikes also have a difference.” OH REALLY? time to get out the bongo drums: “When your life is gone, [beat] it’s gone. [beat] you can always pop in a new candy. [beat] but life [beat] is still gone.” [beatbeatbeatbeat]

14 February 2010

ten things i am thinking about right now

+i can hear bells right now from the church up the street. i wonder if it's just for today or if i'm usually being loud everyday at six.

+for the past month i've had 2-3 dreams every week about fighting voldemort.

+i want to live in a room with a window that faces south forever. i get so much light in here during the day that i can lie on the floor and pretend it's june. today i wore my stunna shades while i worked because i can't wait for summer.

+how have i managed to go to school for three years and never had a planner? that was the best three dollars i ever spent.

+living with someone else's dog is hard sometimes. i wish i had mine here, but i don't think i'm very responsible. i'm trying to nurse me basil plant back to health, but i just keep eating it. blerg.

+i rediscovered my white noise machine last week.

+Maybe I should act more grown up and start capitalizing words when they should be capitalized.

+lynne had an extra tegan and sara ticket so i get to go! that was a good surprise.

+do you know that i lived for two entire weeks without a computer?

+i want to go to spain next year a lot so maybe i should put plans in my planner and get that ball rolling.

03 February 2010

more wordplay

please circle the words that best apply.








all's well that ends well
all's well that ends swell