FULL MOON --- ELINOR WYLIE

my bands of silk and miniver

momently grew heavier;

the black gauze was beggarly thin;

the ermine muffled mouth and chin;

i could not suck the moonlight in.

harlequin in lozenges

of love and hate, i walked in these

striped and ragged rigmaroles;

along the pavement my footsoles

trod warily on living coals.

shouldering the thoughts i loathed,

in their corrupt disguises clothed,

morality i could not tear

from my ribs, to leave them bare

ivory in silver air.

there i walked, and there i raged;

the spiritual savage caged

within my skeleton, raged afresh

to feel, behind a carnal mesh,

the clean bones crying in the flesh.

COMEDY BANG BANG (live!)

so many entwined-interracial-fulltermpregnantmuscle-sexuallycharged-perfectlighting hand grips when i found out cbb was touring LIVE

HOLIDAYS ABROAD (lonely patriotism)

 


there's nothing like a USA-specific celebration to make you unbelievably homesick while abroad. i was in western turkey for 2 weeks and fourth of july happened to overlap the night before i was leaving; turkey is absolutely amazing (the best place i've ever been-- yawl, the beaches are unbelievable) and a lot of that has to do with how different it is: mosques & minarets, fairy chimneys & hot springs, bazaars & motorbike weirdos, etc. etc. the food is amazing (and weird: ayran is, something else)--- baklava and tea and doner kebabs every day? okay, uh-huh, yeah, most definitely. and celebrating the fourth (i think it was technically the fifth of july) in turkey wasn't bad at all--- there were fireworks for some reason, so me & all the screaming jive turks ate watermelon and got gross drunk on yeni raki (çok güzel, bembeyaz!)

CASA DE MI PADRE (pinche maravilloso)

i have NO idea why rottentomatoes and imdb have such low scores for this movie--- it was beyond hilarity and had all the best people in it; i mean, c'mon, the dynamic-cutie-duo from the early noughties gael garcia bernal (oh, gael) & diego luna? en serio, they are the tiniest twin haircuts! and diego luna is supposed to be will ferrell's brother--- that's some jeff who lives at home shit. the set was mostly fake (on purpose); there were always paintings and fake rocks in the background--- even the horses they rode were fake. they should honestly play this movie in high school spanish classes; it's not that explicit (hey, if i could watch wedding crashers in study hall then ANY THING is possible) and will ferrell speaks so much slower and easier. plus will ferrell wears raspberry pants, little ascots, and shoots his mom with a shotgun (by accident) BAM perfect movie.

COTARD'S SYNDROME (i'm dead)

cotard's syndrome, often paired with capgras, is a neurological disorder in which a person becomes dissociated from their identity. researching cotard's is not recommended at night--- i wrote this inquiry for my cognition course, while everyone else wrote about mirror neurons and wernicke's region. bonus fact = your nostrils are asymmetrical (one is bigger than the other) so that you can smell more accurately. now, hope you never get this syndrome: