Friday, 28 August 2009

  • on the attraction of opposites--


    wrap it up in a box
    with a bow and
    call it a gift.






    standing on a crowded
    cobble market corner
    in quincy market

    tears streak down my cheek
    while you curse under
    and over your breath

    happy shoppers pretend not to look at us
    the reality street performance
    by the orchids of the flower shop

    on the brightest sunday
    another august twenty third
    and we have not improved.



    wrap it up in a box
    with a bow and
    call it a gift

    we still know how to
    hurt each other best
    while trying to do the
    opposite.





    Currently
    Everybody
    By Ingrid Michaelson
    sort of. (you must hear it.)
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Wednesday, 19 August 2009

  • the mid-afternoon downpour lasted



    no more than
    15 minutes.


    but those were
    the 15 minutes.

    in which it was necessary --
    to get to the interview.

    to get my feet
    up the steep
    now slippery
    slick
    wet grass.

    to keep from falling
    in my interview pants.

    i covered my head
    from the door of the house
    to the door of the car
    with the lion king umbrella
    that justin got
    at the show
    on a date with
    someone else
    years ago.

    to keep from frizzing
    my interview hair.

    to keep from soaking
    my interview shoulders.

    i squinted into streams of wet
    across overworked wipers
    and drove slow on sizzling roads
    with steam rising from the
    scorched blacktop.

    to keep from crashing,
    sliding or getting a ticket on my
    interview afternoon.

    the sky stopped it's fuss abruptly just as
    i clinked the quarters into the meter.
    so i threw the dripping lion king
    on the front seat floor.

    i knew that if by some chance
    it started again while i was inside--
    i wouldn't mind wetness after that
    in my regular

    pants.
    hair.
    shoulders.
    afternoon.

    the rain had not the grace to
    douse the raging heat,
    and had managed to
    further thicken the air
    so my

    only face
    was flushed full red
    by the time i reached the
    interview door.


    Currently
    Gossip In The Grain
    By Ray LaMontagne
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Monday, 10 August 2009

Sunday, 09 August 2009

  • 1 corinthians 1:18 -2:5

    For the word of the cross is folly
    to those who are perishing,
    but to us
    who are being saved
    it is the power of God.

    For it is written,

    “I will destroy the wisdom of the wise,
    and the discernment of the discerning I will thwart.”

    Where is the one who is wise?
    Where is the scribe?
    Where is the debater of this age?
    Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world? 

    For since, in the wisdom of God,
    the world did not know God through wisdom,
    it pleased God through the folly of what we preach-
    to save those who believe.

    For Jews demand signs and Greeks seek wisdom,
    but we preach Christ crucified,
    a stumbling block to Jews and folly to Gentiles,
    but to those who are called, both Jews and Greeks,
    Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God.

    For the foolishness of God is wiser than men,
    and the weakness of God is stronger than men.

    For consider your calling, brothers:
    not many of you were wise
    according to worldly standards,
    not many were powerful,
    not many were of noble birth.

    But

    God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise;
    God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong;
    God chose what is low and despised in the world,
    even things that are not, to bring to nothing things that are,
    so that no human being might boast in the presence of God.

    And because of him you are in Christ Jesus,
    who became to us wisdom from God,
    righteousness and sanctification and redemption,
    so that, as it is written,

    “Let the one who boasts, boast in the Lord.”

    And I, when I came to you, brothers,
    did not come proclaiming to you
    the testimony of God with lofty speech or wisdom.
    For I decided to know nothing among you
    except Jesus Christ and him crucified.

    And I was with you in weakness
    and in fear and much trembling,
    and my speech and my message
    were not in plausible words of wisdom,
    but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power,
    that your faith might not rest in the wisdom of men
    but in the power of God.

Tuesday, 19 May 2009

  • what happens when



    the generations have all past that remember when
    it used to be typical to have multiple sets of multiples
    by natural cause without chemical intervention
    and take care of them and the grandparents too
    all under one roof on one property
    paid for by
    blood, sweat, tears,
    back breaking work,
    and the whole entire family efforts--

    what happens when that
    societal norm is so long
    dead and forgotten--

    replaced by
    the network buying the home,
    as part of the contract of exploitation,
    and deeding it to the children,
    so it is not a marital asset,
    (so when it ends it will be cleaner)
    and when it does end,
    all anybody can say is,
    "i just couldn't stay"
    even though, we still remember
    that it used to work to stay,
    to remain, in generations before,
    but anymore we just can't seem to--

    what happens then,
    when no one can even
    remember a time,
    when there were people who
    built lifetimes together,
    family trees that lived hundreds of years.

    Currently
    Because of the Times
    By Kings of Leon
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Thursday, 02 April 2009

  • m. night. bender.


    you can leave l.a. because
    you don't like the way every parking lot is
    a set, a dressing room, a catering line...
    the way everything rings just short of true.

    you can decide you never want to see another
    yellow sign that says,
    --crew parking--»
    «--extras parking--
    or
    ----TLA---»
    (click those initials for some secret that everybody knows about.)

    you can leave l.a.
    and go back home,
    where l.a. will almost never talk to you,
    because you don't have to hear it if you don't want to.

    but then one day, you'll be driving over your mountain,
    like you always do, on your merry way to the places you go,
    and BAM, l.a. will have decided they want,
    the one corner of the world,
    the one monument that,
    belongs to you,
    where you had your wedding photos taken last summer,
    that awkward japanese artifact.

    because mister m. night is putting it in his movie.
    probably not lighted positively.

    so for as long as it takes
    to get the shot,
    his trailers will block your road,
    his signs will mark your way,
    and l.a. will bend your air again.


    Currently
    Only by the Night
    By Kings of Leon
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Friday, 13 March 2009

  • something corporate.


                    - why do you try to get a hold on,
          to what you'll never get a hold on,
      you wouldn't try to put the ocean in a paper cup.
           cuz i have had something to prove

          as long as i know of something that
              needs improvement.  -
    - ani difranco, hour follows hour.


    i'm going to let you in on a little secret-
    and here it is: i haven't been writing because
    i've been living too much to talk about it.

    the shame of it is,
    i've been living too much to think about it either.
    and that, i do not like one bit.
    life without reflection starts to feel dangerous.

    the real, ugly shame of it is,
    i've mostly been working all the time.
    i've been doing my best to run up that corporate escalator,
    in a year when it is most definitely the downward stairs.

    uphill climbs are all well and good, but
    0.25 cent raises and no christmas bonuses are face slaps,
    and the added responsibility without compensation feels
    *barely*nearly*almost* manageable, until
    i realize, i've had 15 migraines in 30 days,
    and i'm not sleeping and when i am sleeping fitfully,
    i'm dreaming about the customer issues that are unresolved,
    and how i might have handled them better,
    where i'll start tomorrow...

    it doesn't take much reflection to step back
    and say "my, my, this should not be."

    my boss has a serious stomach problem.
    so i said to her today,
    "is that stress related?"
    i didn't say, "did this job give you that?"
    but that's what i was getting at.
    she said, "oh yes, entirely."
    cool.
    perfect.

    there is naturally an inner awareness,
    that this day job, is not my real life,
    my real passion, energy, investment
    has always been meant to be saved for
    my God, my husband, my church, my family.

    but that doesn't not always feel like reality.
    reality sometimes feels like
    most of my hours are spent at the office,
    and every night i'm too tired to even give my full attention to
    what justin wants to tell me about what's going on with him,
    with church, with us. 

    it feels like too much,
    there is not enough of me left to give.

    but that cannot be true, can it?
    if these are the things
    that i am truly intended for,
    if these are the things that truly mean anything.

    so,
    i must be doing it wrong.
    i think i can see how/where too.

    and maybe
    this shift is subtle, simple,
    heart change-

    can i make a
    genuine & complete
    an attitude shift,
    a surrendering of will daily?
    to say, this day is not mine to cling to,
    YOU take it, make it what you will,
    show me ways to glorify YOU,
    in every situation,
    show me how to stop trying to prove myself,
    stop trying to manuever everything,
    stop thinking that it will fall apart if i don't fit it together,
    and just
    LET YOU TAKE IT.
    let you run things,
    let me be the vessel.

    will that change everything?
    will that make a difference?
    so that my life doesn't always feel like
    a little more than i can take.


    let's talk about this:

    --have you felt this way?
    --am i fool of poo?
    --do you have other ideas?


    music:
    currently i love the song "desire" by ryan adams.
    and the song "hour follows hour" by ani difranco.



Monday, 19 January 2009

  • something about the sword tongue and

    it's two edges.


    maybe
    the reason
    we are to be
    quick to listen
    and slow to speak is
    because
    we better be
    profoundly sure
    that we want
    what we are about to say
    on the record.
    because in relationships
    it cannot be stricken so easily as
    in court or press.

    if in an argument
    you go to great lengths to
    paint a word picture
    of my faults for me
    supporting your point---
    and i begin to see the picture
    (or myself as you do)
    very clearly,
    painfully vividly---

    well then
    you cannot later erase it
    by saying, "you're not so bad,
    it's all alright."
    because i can still
    see and feel
    all that you said.

    i listen to what you say
    so keep it to yourself
    unless you want me
    to take it in.

    and if you send out
    a shotgun slug of insults
    within intimacy range
    and there are pellets
    littering my skin
    don't be surprised
    if i shrug off the
    "you're not so bad,
    i didn't really mean it."
    band-aid that you
    like to offer me after.


Wednesday, 07 January 2009

  • winter. (or: "is love alive?")

    chapter 2.

    have you heard "winter song"?
    sung by sara bareilles & ingrid michaelson?
    who by the way, should sing together all the time.
    they are better, together.

    if you haven't heard it,
    you are assigned to take four and half minutes now,
    to listen to it intently, without distractions,
    before proceeding.  because that song,
    is about, what this chapter, is about.

    it would not be a mistake to
    spend .99 cents at amazon or itunes to purchase it.
    it would not be a mistake to go to youtube,
    find the video and listen to it with your eyes closed.
    it might be a mistake to go to youtube and watch it.
    don't get me wrong.  it's very cute.
    very cute.  but i don't want you to get distracted
    in the moderately annoying cutesyness.  i want you to listen.
    maybe later, watch the video,
    if you want/must.

     

    ................................

     

     

    all i really want to say about that is this:
    sometimes it will feel and look like
    love is dead.
    and your loved one might say
    that they hate their life and they wish it was different
    and you might stare out your window
    and wonder if you are what they regret.

    things are not how they sometimes
    feel and look.
    winter happens.
    sometimes in a hundred little moments
    in one cold day.
    but love is still very much alive.

    and remembering that
    is all but crucial to
    sticking around long enough
    to see it.


     

    *addendum*
    perhaps it's worth mentioning:
    justin & i are very happy. solid.

    i am referring to the teeny tiny daily events
    that happen universally in intimate relationships,
    ours included,
    that might feel chilling, disconcerting, doubt instilling,
    gradually distancing, alienating,
    if not for the firm assurance that
    love was still living deep rooted and unshaken
    underneath everything.

    Currently
    The Hotel Cafe Presents...Winter Songs
    By Various
    winter song
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Monday, 05 January 2009

  • personal flaw incinerator.

    chapter 1 of possibly many.


    in our very first pre-marital counseling session together,
    our counselor mentioned a book, that he thought
    would be good for us to read.

    nigh unto immediately -- i made justin go to the bookstore with me
    --get us a copy -- & 
    sit thru me
    reading him 
    most of the first chapter aloud,
    while he was trying to do something else.
    (that's pretty annoying. you can say it. 
    i know, that's actually,
    where i'm going. watch me)

    sure, sure, i could tell he didn't find it
    quite so profound or thrilling,
    but i thought that catch the fever
    once he realized how great it was gonna be.
    "we're going to be the best at marriage
    that we possibly can! maybe EVER."
    (that last part, a joke,
    i wasn't that delusional, consciously anyway.)

    at our next session our counselor tried to
    give us the book as a gift.
    TOO LATE!  overachiever fungus amongus!
    "thank you very much for trying to help us buddy, but we are
    already well on our way to building a
    PERFECT marriage ON OUR OWN!
    we will not be needing any pity-sistance-wisdom!
    except of course for the countless books
    i will pour over unto obsession!
    i'm fine with perfecting as long as that never means
    admitting weakness or failure!"

    of course i didn't say that, i didn't know that, didn't think that,
    that's a hyperbole even now.
    at the time i thought nothing of it all, actually,
    i just said, "oops, already bought it."
    and just as quickly forgot it, because
    i got wrapped up in wedding plan-nation.
    (a blessing, as it were, because that's the stage that
    i was in, and moreover, i'm convinced that reading this book
    before actually being married is reading it for naught,
    not until actually in the throes of it, does one feel the weight of it.)

    but looking back, this event has some eerie foreshadowing of
    the tendencies that i was going to throw into our marriage stew.
       (you wouldn't think this would be so shocking,
    what we bring to marriage is what we bring to anything,
    just somehow amplified.
    so for me, in a worst case: demanding, perfectionistic, manipulative, cold, evil.
    you get where i'm going.)

    and the book, despite how came to us, has been 
    altogether helpful in explaining why
    sometimes it feels like i'm inside a pressure cooker
    and my skin's peeling off.

    so that you don't sit in horror left with that thought,
    ideally it's only the flaws and selfishness being burned off.
    and that's only because they SHOULD.
    which makes it an entirely GOOD situation.
    still sort of painful to go thru, to say the least,
    especially if you are a particularly
    proud, perfectionistic, selfish sort.

    anyway,
    the truly profound thing about the book is that
    this cook off towards holiness IS the whole point of marriage,
    marriage exists to enable us to better pursue holiness,
    to rub each other raw of our sin.
    and draws us closer to each other and closer to God.
    IF we'll allow it.
    the temptation is to withdraw into our own shell,
    harden ourselves against, refuse to change,
    deny the need to.
    and that would be a mistake.
    because really who would choose not to grow?
    somehow that makes it,
    a most exciting, most hopeful situation.
    painful still, occasionally agonizing, but it's pain that makes sense.

    i intend to unpack this with some personal experiences.
    but in the interest of ---not too many words at once---
    i have chaptered it.

    maybe justin will share a chapter of his experiences too!
    maybe, if he wants, no pressure, bunny bear.

    this being the introduction to the topic.
    and the first time i've said anything in a long time.

     

    Currently
    Sacred Marriage
    By Gary L. Thomas
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