Oh!
i love this one!!
sometimes messing with crap shots is the most fun.
Showing posts with label city. Show all posts
Showing posts with label city. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Monday, November 30, 2009
exhale
my portraits of strangers series is finally, FINALLY underway. Two years after i started it, i finally took my balls out of my purse and started asking people if i could take their picture, instead of gazing at them wistfully and kicking myself for days after each and every missed opportunity.
This one made Explore on flickr today, Which i ALWAYS discredit, except, of course, when i am in it. ;-)
three cheers for progress and productivity.
Huzzah.
This one made Explore on flickr today, Which i ALWAYS discredit, except, of course, when i am in it. ;-)
three cheers for progress and productivity.
Huzzah.
Labels:
art,
city,
excitement,
love,
photography,
plans,
Portrait,
projects,
Self Portrait,
smoker,
stranger,
street,
street life
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
nocturne
walking home from the bus stop
the city air is thick and hot
sunset brings scant relief
all that concrete...
baking us while we sleep
i trudge through clouds of patio conversation
lost snippets and curtailed sagas
philosophies without context
Outside the Mission, clustered like schoolboys, effete and grown wild
tattered men growl stories of ambush and malaise
...he woulda stabbed me
...get a knife...
...get a bottle into you...
...I'm going to beat that motherfucker!
...well...
...you know Georgie!
broken glass voices telling broken heart tales
hey buddy have you got an extra cigarette?
the city air is thick and hot
sunset brings scant relief
all that concrete...
baking us while we sleep
i trudge through clouds of patio conversation
lost snippets and curtailed sagas
philosophies without context
Outside the Mission, clustered like schoolboys, effete and grown wild
tattered men growl stories of ambush and malaise
...he woulda stabbed me
...get a knife...
...get a bottle into you...
...I'm going to beat that motherfucker!
...well...
...you know Georgie!
broken glass voices telling broken heart tales
hey buddy have you got an extra cigarette?
Labels:
city,
evening,
happy,
home,
love,
love love LOVE it,
plz enjoy,
poetry,
stranger,
street,
street life,
very bad poetry,
walk,
writing
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
.... multiple confessions and one uncomfortable realization
i am not in love with the city right now.
i miss my sleepy small town
i miss my old shitty apartment with my derelict landlord and fight-club bathroom
i miss having a dog
i miss my family
i miss all the friends who live in the same city as me that i still never get to see
i miss not worrying about how i'm going to get to work every day
i miss the stars at night
i miss being able to run and run and run and never worry about how late it was or how empty the streets were, or which neighborhood i had wandered into
i miss drinking beer in the park
i miss the happy chatter with the regulars in my cafe
i miss being able to walk home from every bar in town
i miss small town insomnia
i miss impromptu beers at the pub with an old english lit teacher, and late night palavers with a back-woods mad scientist
i miss autonomy
i miss unexpected alliances
and i miss feeling like i never belonged there
i miss my sleepy small town
i miss my old shitty apartment with my derelict landlord and fight-club bathroom
i miss having a dog
i miss my family
i miss all the friends who live in the same city as me that i still never get to see
i miss not worrying about how i'm going to get to work every day
i miss the stars at night
i miss being able to run and run and run and never worry about how late it was or how empty the streets were, or which neighborhood i had wandered into
i miss drinking beer in the park
i miss the happy chatter with the regulars in my cafe
i miss being able to walk home from every bar in town
i miss small town insomnia
i miss impromptu beers at the pub with an old english lit teacher, and late night palavers with a back-woods mad scientist
i miss autonomy
i miss unexpected alliances
and i miss feeling like i never belonged there
Labels:
city,
melancholic,
morose motherfucker,
small town
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