cloud is an immense staircase
or else fishrib darling
gliding enormous

with everything everything blends
pastel cirrus—circus
brightly one ring

handing luminous land
under itself—at most—
spherestomach churns quietly

digesting subarctic
conditions as healmeal:
sift nice

hi

i signed out and sat in a conference room on the second floor of a library for two hours yesterday.

with my sister. editing and talking about life, or living. or how to.

i will be in the city on tuesday to find and kiss all my gorgeous Manhattaners and walk around looking for jobs and looking for a new life, or living. or when to.

i feel the shifts in my stomach every night, it moves me into a little ball every winter night. i wear large sweaters every winter night.

my legs become soft dark surfaces under grey alpaca squares. i am excited for the spring. i am excited for life, or living. or why to.

i am still working on illustrating cathay umay for carah naseem and it is sprawling and gorgeous. it is life, or living. or what to.

oh, this is the prettiest thing ever. hi joanna.

DERSEEM GOES PAGAN

THIS

IS AN EP IN PROGRESS

WE WILL ADD TO IT WHEN WE FEEL LIKE IT

WE FEEL SEX AND BIRTH AND WAR AND HEAT AND FIRE DANCING AND JASMINE RICE AND BANGLES

THE FIRST THING UP IS A BJÖRK COVER THAT WILL RIP YOUR SOUL

MOTHER.DDDOOOWWWNNNLLLOOOAAADDD.FUCKERS

Ö

i miss tweeting like this.

hopefully in the future i will continue to.
i restored my twitter and am rereading all my old tweets. extremely amusing.
follow me

pressure is a most important thing but does not challenge
pressure on wrists on pillows on teeth on paper on ink on tubes of ink
to write this in the dark;snappily
static twitching on one ear‪—is this The Formidable Advancing Mountain Peak
Of Technology all soapbox men fear?
as a child I would delight simply in staring at a postcard-length replica of Dali’s
Illuminated Pleasures included
in our elementary school library shelved next to
laser printers huge as a baby steer
I sat alone probably mostly—faintly flapping pages &
learning oil paint fires

iPad & lenses & another dead author

so.

the iPad came out today.

aside from the unfortunate title, (“iPad:for a wide-set vagina with heavy flow”…)

I fucking hate e-readers. they are ruining the book. the Kindle was a terrible idea.

also J.D. Salinger died today. I am re-reading Catcher in the Rye. of course.

also I got glasses today. I think they make me look like this:

life chugs on, I dunno.

multimedia adventures

I was one of the hosts to feature last night at the Wednesday Night Poetry Series:

(I honestly don’t know what that poem means)

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also I made a formspring – ask me stuff

dear blogging world

this is my all-time favourite photo of björk:

also, this is neat:

kbye

sills

high sill chills soup
high sill chills flowers droop
high sill thrills pigeons stoop
sills group:cry rain hourly:
the newscast forecast it would be overcast

design yourself accordingly