And in the meantime-Fall 2006

And in the meantime, I write!
As in my spare-time
(the time spent making spare tires out of sheets of clean white paper and fresh napkins from
restaurant silverware),
waiting for so many things I cannot even
enumerate!

I also have these words that dribble out like Japanese candies,
Pre-packaged in entropy and lightness, and colorful
So light, so lustrous inside
But so heavy in the execution!

Not About Africa-September 2006

There is a reason that life is long
And days are short
(like bursts of thunder in a drought)
and it is so.

Like airports sit in ruts,
Street-ridged leas with water and trees, sometimes
Basins spreading
Holes grow larger every year

And I am talking to my temptress, Rwanda
With a name like thick air and a land like

It is not my place to describe things that I can never understand
As they will change
And I will not.

Because there is reason in illusion the way that there is
languid in thick
And the shit-smeared walls of Darfur
Don’t exist
As I can’t see them

I just believe that we should be logical about things.

If the senses tingle but don’t fixate,
Existent.

If the senses are not loose, but seized up, like an atheist in indignation
(Always)
then,
not.

But there is passion in painted pictures of fruit, and
Flowers bloom in photographs because
That is what they are intended to do,
Regardless of art.

(and meaning)
(is not)
a solution.

This one time I wrote a poem about color and it was more real than red
(is).

And this one time my father read me a story about reason and I ignored
(it).

And gimmicks are a means to true love
(which waits).

And I am tired of waiting.

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This blog will mostly be used for posting my writing. That probably means there will be a lot of poetry, some bits and pieces of short stories(which will most likely never be finished), essays maybe, scene ideas blah blah blah. I'll probably start off by posting some of my older stuff, just because I like the idea of having all my work easily accessible via the interweb and maybe I'll even get some feedback! The latter might be a bit lofty a goal, though. We'll see. I just thought it was time for me to separate my "real" writing from my Livejournal. I'll still be keeping the livejournal, I just plan on using it on more of a social level: keeping up with friends, judging my friends' feelings, posting in the occasional political and television show community, and stealing film stills for use as desktop images. Emo no more!

So, there it is. The Writing Blog of Eleanor. Get excited?