January 2009
22 posts
a girl can dream →
Great complaint letter to Richard Branson
Dear Mr Branson
REF: Mumbai to Heathrow 7th December 2008
I love the Virgin brand, I really do which is why I continue to use it despite a series of unfortunate incidents over the last few years. This latest incident takes the biscuit.
Ironically, by the end of the flight I would have gladly paid over a thousand rupees for a single biscuit following the culinary journey of hell I was...
Watchoh thank you courtney reimer.
There are maybe ten or twelve
Things I could teach you
After that, well, I think you’re on your own
And that wasn’t the opening line
It was the tenth or the twelfth
Make of that what you will
Make of that what you will
Once there was a haunted loop
Of your deep, fallen tears
A forehead resting on a record shelf
Amid moving boxes stacked
I’m still waiting for the...
Requiem for the Redhead →
All the roofs are wet
As the days go, and they go fast on this island
Asking a little more than
Diane calls me so I get up
Easy to love, but
Full of passion and giggles
I am appearing, yes its true
I see a life of civil happiness
If half of me is skewered
I think of you
No matter where I send you remember
all first lines of Frank O’Hara poems
on repeat for weeks at this point. whatta tune... →
Watchi can’t help it.
Watchbe still my beating heart…
your life life
Once upon a couple of weeks ago …
I’m in a crush in a Dublin pub around New Year’s. Glasses clinking clicking, clashing crashing in Gaelic revelry: swinging doors, sweethearts falling in and out of the season’s blessings, family feuds subsumed or resumed. Malt joy and ginger despair are all in the queue to be served on this, the quarter-of-a-millennium mark since Arthur Guinness first put...
yeats
