Monday, July 11, 2011

a poem i like


“Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting–
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

colin gets harassed

David just called Colin, who was sitting in the Starbucks by his house. David asked how he was doing and he said not good. David asked why and he said that three minutes before he called, a fat man had walked up to him and whispered hoarsely in his ear "You're fucking hot," and then went outside and rode off on a bicycle.

I told David that guy is probably going to put a missed connection on Craigslist for Colin. David said I should write one as the guy. Don't mind if I do! *cracks knuckles*