blogger ate my blog

wrote a fun blog and now its gone. that was yesterday. site maintenance can eat you alive.

esp. when it sneaks up on you. jim is getting dissed by devils, pirooz is duking it out with silliman, and this morning i wrote a poem before i surrendered to a grueling day of warehouse work:

“here” “I am” “immediately”
“immediately” “the work” “begins”
“a mark” “serves” “that newness”

“continued” “gaps” “and drop caps”
“so named” “so invited” “or held”
“the prisoner” “is desired” “fills”

“with flowers” “dimissed” “remiss”
“a” “dis” “particulate”
“each embrace” “an orbit” “oort cloud”

“defining” “an edge” “felt”
“naming felt” “its fur” “slight charge”
“in air” “above” “the relative”

“yes” “embraced” “a new yes”
“the sense of” “next” “the sex of”
“sense” “of now” “particular”

“embrace” “so” “this”
“so” “a rock is buried” “we”
“dip” “this spoon” “in form”

“minute” “silk” “continues”
“spit” “spun” “defining”
“this” “work” “of hands”

becuz even five minutes of word-casting before the workday can keep you alive. re-reading it to post, i am smiling at the sort of half-sleepy stumble of wordplay - the trace of boredom? how could i not be bored 10 minutes into this workday? and so, out of that/this thin corporate air, to write something. "a work of hands" to bury this rock. out of which springs flowers.

alchemy. lets post on alchemy.