from a great distance of two or three feet
yesterday i saw a flamingo on the san francisco bay. minutes later, i was attacked by a hundred seagulls.
last week's distinction between "wild" and "tame" - those terms need definition. a definition for how they apply to writing.
which is not forthcoming. i will build some other sand castle. while drinking horchata.
tomorrow, my boulder peeps Rory, Dylan, and Quindynn will be visiting for the weekend, and rory has one or even two interviews her (to become SF public's newest teacher). may the budget cuts and bureaucratic madness steer clear of them. Dylan's promised torublemmaking would be a fine addition to the Bay area lit scene. As would attacking seagulls.
10 demerit points for anyone who is thinking "a flock of seagulls"
20 demerit points if you are humming a aflock of seagulls song.
(demerits voided if flock helped you through a tough stretch of adolescence in kansas, nebraska, the dakotas, michigan, southern illinois. you are okay).
50 points if you are currently visualizing a poet you detest being surrounded and attacked by ravenous gulls.
LIFE AQUATIC is out on DVD now. Available for viewing and even purchase (Criterion, so save up yr overtime). For those who haven't seen it, and for those who haven't seen it again, visit this site for a quick refresher. We are currently on our 2nd day of overdue fees on this one, it is that good of a movie, especially after a day out on the bay attacked by - and tracking birds. I think the Avocets were out to get us to go deaf too.
After all these birds protecting their nests causing us so much aural harm (and those seagulls came close to biting as well as barking) I am of two thoughts:
-these are latter day dinosaurs.
-when you really get up close to nature - to the wilds - you as often as not want to say its "terrible" (as in causing terror) and if possible - kill it. Kill it =s avoid it at all cost, pave it, shoot it. Fucking gulls (western Gulls, actually, and, like most gulls, more a shorebird than one you'll likely find at sea). Props to Steve Zissou ("I've never seen a bond stooge stick his neck out like that"), props to Bill Murray, props(x2) to Wes Anderson, and props to the whole crew for this one. It IS more a world than a film. A world to which we are invited. We all miss Estaban, we all have crazy eyes.
last week's distinction between "wild" and "tame" - those terms need definition. a definition for how they apply to writing.
which is not forthcoming. i will build some other sand castle. while drinking horchata.
tomorrow, my boulder peeps Rory, Dylan, and Quindynn will be visiting for the weekend, and rory has one or even two interviews her (to become SF public's newest teacher). may the budget cuts and bureaucratic madness steer clear of them. Dylan's promised torublemmaking would be a fine addition to the Bay area lit scene. As would attacking seagulls.
10 demerit points for anyone who is thinking "a flock of seagulls"
20 demerit points if you are humming a aflock of seagulls song.
(demerits voided if flock helped you through a tough stretch of adolescence in kansas, nebraska, the dakotas, michigan, southern illinois. you are okay).
50 points if you are currently visualizing a poet you detest being surrounded and attacked by ravenous gulls.
LIFE AQUATIC is out on DVD now. Available for viewing and even purchase (Criterion, so save up yr overtime). For those who haven't seen it, and for those who haven't seen it again, visit this site for a quick refresher. We are currently on our 2nd day of overdue fees on this one, it is that good of a movie, especially after a day out on the bay attacked by - and tracking birds. I think the Avocets were out to get us to go deaf too.
After all these birds protecting their nests causing us so much aural harm (and those seagulls came close to biting as well as barking) I am of two thoughts:
-these are latter day dinosaurs.
-when you really get up close to nature - to the wilds - you as often as not want to say its "terrible" (as in causing terror) and if possible - kill it. Kill it =s avoid it at all cost, pave it, shoot it. Fucking gulls (western Gulls, actually, and, like most gulls, more a shorebird than one you'll likely find at sea). Props to Steve Zissou ("I've never seen a bond stooge stick his neck out like that"), props to Bill Murray, props(x2) to Wes Anderson, and props to the whole crew for this one. It IS more a world than a film. A world to which we are invited. We all miss Estaban, we all have crazy eyes.
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