Thursday, September 28, 2006

tongue & cheek

we compare the colour of our tongues
after the juices from ice pops
stain them

or

let's compare the colour of our tongues
once the juices from ice pops
have stained them

or

give me an excuse
to ask to see your tongue

the monarch of fall

the monarch flew over the un-arched highway exit
where we escaped the streak on the horizon—

the stain of yellow headlights
echoing the sliver of orange moon
like the tone deaf tenor
of a church choirs.

and by day,

a flock of wild turkeys
pluck crumbs from the highway grass
in the shade of a broken-down utility van.

and by night,

you held my hand as we walked the length
of Thurlby street sharing stories—
you began with "when i was little"
and "before i met you"

filling in those missing moments—
i held my breath
and watched as dry leaves fell
from elder oak and foreign maple.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

have been listening to...



...the divine comedy

haven't had time to research this video, but some clues from youtube.com hint that the band had a competition for fans to create a video for the song. not sure that this is the winner, but i like it. there's one with muppets and another with some sort of scooby doo theme if you do a search for "the divine comedy to die a virgin".

and now, really, to get some work done before classs ^__^

Friday, September 22, 2006

holy communion

two fit backs to the wall;
we were hidden from the crowd
by an innocent piano.

we kissed and groped—awkward
_____unusual and petrified——
searching for the source to
_____this new collection of feelings,
but afraid of finding it here.

an affair that only weighed
us down for fifteen seconds
will take as many lives to forget:

getting caught by your mother,
kissing for the first time
on your holy communion day.

the american dream

is a paper cup full
of steamed milk
with whipped cream topping
and caramel.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

shreds of iloveyou

the cat is building a nest
out of recycled love letters
underneath our winter bed

a little hallelujah

or is she holding your hand because she wants to?


a meager sweatshirt
with hood solves nothing

in a monsoon
of sideways rain.

the trees beg
for your shelter

though you hide
under them.

a shiver prompted you
to hold her closer

to hold her hands
in yours.

but you wonder,
is she compliant

because of the cold
or...

Monday, September 18, 2006

XIII

lucky number 13 at daniel's place!!
hosting an array of poems by poets within the sphere, but here's the catch: each poem features the number 13 or has just as many lines. daniel places all of these poems within the transition from summer to fall. and beautifully.
thanks daniel!

Sunday, September 17, 2006

tagged

10:43am, i've just recently crawled out of bed. while my tea steeps in the mug i open my email to find i've been tagged by my dear friend ashraf. it's not the sort of kindergarten tag you played at recess when you were 7, it's more an internetty sort of tag. and since the questions look interesting, since i liked ashrafs answers, since it's sunday, and since ryan's busy on his gaming forums... i have decided i'll play too...

1: Do you like the look and the contents of your blog?
yep. as far as the look, i take pride in how dissimilar my blog looks to its original template (which is the one with the greenish brownish dots everywhere). i've changed the font colours, the link colours, the profile, added that picture/banner to the top (which i love, still, thank you michelle!) and done up the links all along the side... oh yeah, i added stuff to the bottom of the page too! content... i guess i would prefer it, at times, to more wholesome. by wholesome i mean clean. i mean, were it more like a poetry blog. i mean, were its contents only poetry, and not this sort of post. but even these sort of posts, well, they're me.

2: Does your family know about your blog?
yep. i think my mom and mum are the only ones who read it though. kerry (sis-in-law) might read it too, but i'm not sure...

3: Can you tell your friends about your blog? Do you consider it a private thing?
yep and nope. i don't tell people i've met right away. "hello, my name's katy and i have a blog!" daniella bella reads it sometimes, michelle does too, and wouldn't you know, they both have blog-type things? i don't consider this so private as not to share it with the people i already know, and by no means am i trying to hide who i really am to those people who i don't know.

4: Do you just read the blogs of those who comment on your blog? or you try to discover new blogs?
i read all the poets i have links to on my blog (i subscribe to their rss feeds), but i also try to seek out new blogs, one's i've never read. i have a featured blog space in my sidebar for those poets i've recently discovered and want to share. i guess i take a lot of ques from billy in that respect. i like to spread the poetry-blogging love.

5: Did your blog positively affect your mind? Give an example.
did it or does it? some times no. some times, as ashraf can attest to, i worry too much about whether i'm posting too much or posting too infrequently. sometimes yes, it encourages me to continue to write poetry when otherwise i mightn't have a motivation. in part, too, it's a reconfirmation of identity. you know those days when you're just not feeling yourself? i have this as a databank of what is katy to fall through and calm myself.

6: What does the number of visitors to your blog mean? Do you use a traffic counter?
number, am not so much bothered by, though i was gobsmacked the first day i had a counter running and found out that i had something like 40 hits in one day (i had no idea i was getting read like that, i was hoping for a number like 10!). what i'm more interested in though, is where people are visiting from, which is why i use the map cluster thingy. did you know that someone from south africa once visited my blog? and look at all those ausies!!

7: Did you imagine how other bloggers look like?
yep. and sometimes i'm really wrong. this happens with all online interactions though.

8: Do you think blogging have any real benefit?
see answer to question number 5.

9: Do you think that the blogsphere is a stand alone community separated from the real world?
erm, nope. because a: ashraf and b: brian. also, i enjoy pulling bloggers out of their template and into other forums such as email. and who knows, maybe someday billy's dream of a campfire side poetry reading with all the poets101 crowd will come true ^__^

10: Do some political blogs scare you? Do you avoid them.
some politics scare me. never mind the blogs.

11: Do you think that criticizing your blog is useful?
yes! critique is what helps us grow. if the brain/mind had bones, critique would be equivical to milk.

12: Have you ever thought about what happen to your blog in case you died.
yes, once. i had a lovely idea that, if i had a dying wish, it would be for all the poets i read and admir within the blogsphere to write phantom poems and posts. i'd give them all my password i guess, and ask them all to write poems trying to aquire and mimic my stle of writing. to keep me alive and ticking in the virtual world. and to respond to other poets under my username. that'd be asking a hell of a lot from a whole bunch of people, but that would be what i would want most. immortality.

13: Which blogger had the greatest impression on you?
hmmn. in regards to how i blog, billy. in regaurds to how i write poetry, brian. in regaurds to what i write about, ashraf.

14: Which blogger you think is the most similar to you.
i know who i'd most like to be just like, but i don't think we're that alike. cecilia.

15: Name a song you want to listen to?
have been listening to the best of The Divine Comedy lately, so anything off that album would do me just fine about now.

16: Ask five bloggers to answer these question on their blogs.
1. brian (though he's unlikely to reply on his blog)
2. danielle
3. mayor billy
4. michelle
5. *dan ('cause he's likely to, i think, reply on his blog)

Friday, September 15, 2006

the drunk party robot and the pragmatic inflatable zebra

"the monumental increased"
said the drunk party robot
to the inflatable zebra
who hung from the corner
of a downtown boston bar.

"my mother was a pragmatist"
he thought he heard it say,
then thought to himself;
how incredible that it said so
without ever moving it's lips.

pink rose

gesture for motion towards her
_________________________naked chin and


the petals swept across vulnerable skin

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

soap

i traced the thin line of liquid soap,
with my wet index finger,
from the nose of the bottle
to the neck of the sink

and left behind what looked like
a snail's trail along the countertop;
and left with what seemed like
a significant moment of meditation.

your SomethingKaty update

thank you michelle!
for wishing me a happy first day of school
^__^

today was my first day as a teaching assistant & grad student at Umass Dartmouth. to clarify: teaching assistant doesn't mean i'm assisting a professor. it just so happens that the terms apply to graduate students who teach. in my case, and that of my peers, i am teaching a course all on my own.

this is daunting. however, i think i planned well enough and had a mostly successful first class. alls i can hope now is that i get better as the material and course work get denser. oh yeah, and the jitters... i'm sure they'll fade.

not only did i teach though, i also got to play student for a few hours in my first class as a graduate student (woooahwhoo!). dr sun seems like a lovely lady and a fountain of knowledge and experience, so my teaching-practicum course will, without a doubt, be a valuable and worthwhile endeavor.

for tonight though, kiddies, more wrestling, and some spicy beastie boys a'la the beatles tracks care of teh internet. there mightn't be as many poems posted the next few... months? lets' just say weeks. at least until i get my footing and begin to manage my time effectively enough to secure some something time.

until then though, cherubs, be good and don't be strangers.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Sunday, September 03, 2006

taste bud 2.0

strutting his junk
on the daily and grind

chewing on pencils
every afternoon at one

until catching up
with the beep on wheels

where i tried mine
and tried to explain

how sweet and salty
coexist harmoniously

in pretzels covered
with fine milk chocolate

Saturday, September 02, 2006

mr kennedy's belt and why i like wrestling

okay, so i can't actually explain what it is that draws me into the wwe scene; all the highly-unbelievable testosterone-driven antics and unnecessary violence; all the silly costumes and ridiculous claims; all the nonsense and worm-eating; all the red carpets and trash talking. nor can i explain what it is that keeps me there, butt situated on the sofa for the duration and enthralled. but i do. like wwe that is. a lot. too much?

ryan and i have tickets to smackdown and ecw for the 12th of this month (which we got in the mail today, and i immediately put on the fridge for the world to see). i am even more excited to see a live show now that i'm going to get to see mr kennedy the champ!!

Mr. Kennedy - U.S. Champion
he won the belt in a triple threat match: sat there watching, i was sure he wouldn't win it despite my desire to see him win every single match he enters into (in this case specifically, on account of the belt being on the line as well as the fact that he's the one that prompted the match in the first place (according to the story line)).



ryan and i, watching in tense anticipation while the ref started counting the pinfall with kennedy nowhere in sight, leapt off the sofa in delight as kennedy took advantage of the situation and rolled away with the belt by pinning the guy that was pinning the other guy (caught me and both the guys he was wrestling off guard). it was the most exciting moment in wrestling for me since we started watching it in april.

i hope that the live show is equally as exciting and fabulous. i hope too, that kennedy keeps the belt for a while, because i think he's my new favorite ^__^