random entries

04.16.11: A scant few moments ago I knew what I wanted to write out—a short dissertation on poetry or memory or the latest book I ordered — but now the brain is too numb from grading all day. Grading basic cause and effect patterns of research leaving my brain cells foggy, an abstraction of nothingness. To make matters worse the short list I scratched out for retention failed to pull out any clues…
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04.17.11: Over the weekend I brought a wooden trellis from outdoors into the garage, not knowing a praying mantis pod was fastened to the bottom edges—by midmorning today the eggs hatched— twenty or thirty baby mantes were climbing over the walls and ceiling— tiny mechanical creatures exploring the limits of their territory. Spent a good half hour brushing them into a plastic cup, dumping them back into the wilderness of the bushes along the property line.
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04.20.11: An odd idea launched without warning or planned strategy: creation of a scene with the personification of a metaphor or epiphany walking into a room with intention of seduction—as a domineering act rather than a flirtation— the realization embodied in a porn-star in a sense, the aggressive “fuck you” sneer: unshaven, unkempt, cigarette smoking garage mechanic—words made into a symbolic blue movie from the sixties or seventies: grainy, ill-timed, gritty, bad lighting, raw footage.