I HEARD THAT THINGS ARE GOING WELL
An archive of things that I have seen and felt and often thought about.
Monday, June 9, 2014
From My First Day at My First Full Time Desk Job
Outside of your car door--
dizzy from the clouds?
I am not pregnant
I am not drunk.
I am fucking purging my past.
First day on the job,
full-time, whatever.
Stuck at a desk maybe
and a rumbling in my tummy.
I spent my 1st hour of my new job
in cold sweats--
trying to smile but then shitting rivers
in the only bathroom
Almost naked on the tile floor asking,
"please stop."
Then in the office I could barely
stand up straight,
my voice no longer works and
they still filling in numbers,
"We are not doctors here."
I am purging my past of free schedule,
no commitments,
unlimited time off and
no benefits.
I am purging myself as an artist
pressing forward to make a name for myself.
I was asking God, whoever,
for some stability.
Some responsibility that I could grow from.
Given a chance to learn new things
and am now learning how to shit a storm
and feel wholly embarassed.
The "I can" is the challenge
and the
"why can't I?" I am challenging.
The second I arrive home in my bed,
what is done is done---
Potential falling through and
maybe no turning back
because I have already said goodbye.
My bed in covers
shivers
cold and warm
Just let me sleep as if it didn't happen.
Remember that time
I was on the computer and my entire
body went fucking balistic?
forget it already.
A list of things to do from last year, I am approaching 30 now
-look into grad school/apply for grad school
-mail items
-get in studio next week
-organize details for design work
-get health insurance
-pay student loan
-pay off credit card
-do time card for ____
-send pay stubs to Sally Mae
Saturday, September 21, 2013
there is stillness all around you
if you just open your eyes
What is there
has been there
People are not enemies
We are each encompassed and held
so tightly by ourselves
our laughter and sadness
This world sucks us up
We get lost
But we are becoming more aware
In the blossoming fruit of the tree
are we
ready and bound to be ripe.
What life is this if we have
not learned to enjoy
all that we have
created?
In complete amazement
and action,
the will to grow deeper
in this stillness.
[relax here]
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Speak to me but only in whispers late at night
and please try to remember what is said because
i don't want to explain myself again come morning.
please disregard my love letters because they don't
make sense to you, and they probably wouldn't
to me either.
Last night I went through photos of 5 years
I am now clay, bitter reds
hands dry and you're down the avenue
drinking sorts of whiskey and wine
i am just trying to be
as cute as i can be
all huddled up in fetal position
poison/sorrows and listening
to nothingness nothing
conversations of
if I were stranded on a desert island.
Let's think, let's not think
such questions and bare ourselves
with facts and feelings no matter
how fiction
in fetal position
beating myself up for
social time wasted.
I am not short term committed to you
for life.
She didn't know you and therefore
did not mistake you for
versions of strength
working man, not sad at all and so not
broken winged.
(we are fooling each other)
we are doing it ourselves.
(Please) let's mistake this for sometime longer
because the cold is letting itself in through
the cracks in my window, and being close
and being imperfect
is (was)
Saturday, September 1, 2012
city scapes
city streets
grown up
grown life
you want a baby one day
one day you want plans
Running from a volcano erruption
Volcano cliffs
jumping out into shallow water.
Just jump
(I am afraid)
Pretend you jumped
(I want that falling feeling)
Have gravity plummet me
bruised and feeling something
better than nothing.
Friday, August 10, 2012
This is what my hands feel and smell like.
These are the things that I hold-sift through,
mold into pieces.
Every night I want to curl up with a feeling
of accomplishment.
Every morning I wake-up to traffic.
Not sleepy in the slightest (at first).
I have to get things and places out of my system-
so that I can be closer to not moving.
Be closer to staying still even though there is no
stillness in sight.
If tomorrow will be productive
and if I will connect with and be close to
everyone that I love, here.
All spread out across the city
and it becomes weeks/months before
we're able to see each other and when
we do
I will surely show resonance of that beat-up
alone feeling that I am met with
when I sit solitary on that step
nightly.
Stairs to the doorway.
what thing I can do
before I go to sleep,
before it's too late
and can't get
enough sleep to be productive
in the morning.
Do. Make. Be. Do more. Get better.
(my mantra, my thoughts)
get better so that you can do more-
so that you can develop close relationships
and finally feel at peace.
Friday, July 27, 2012
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
From my last week in Europe, over a year ago
Regardless of whether or not I got on the night train
it's fucking beautiful outside.
My last day in Castellammare,
I walked down the dock,
in the harbor of the Mediterranean. the bay.
And I stood
up and down I went with the wind blowing my hair
in each direction on that dock
waves like I might have been eaten,
had I feared them.
The water, aqua marine.
Italians have more than one word for blue.
We have adjectives,
light blue, navy blue, dark blue, electric blue.
Madonna De la Aqua.
Spouts of mineral water,
coming from the Madonna herself-
Italians come here to the spout and fill jugs, wash their
faces, pray.
Put together with mosaics made by locals.
Good for digestion.
I feel stronger than I ever have.
Like a horse, an elephant, a whale.
Just because I left my hoodie with a skull
doesn't mean that I have abandoned plans
to play cello in a metal band.
I have become rather accustomed to being alone,
without foreign English speakers nearby,
I think this is as long as I could have taken it.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Be thankful for all that you have.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
From last night
Friday, September 30, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Katherine's P.S.U.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
We can never really know one another
Friday, August 12, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Poem By Thomas Fleming
Who told me when my heart stops and my blood runs dry
I'll come back as another man in a whole new life.
I told him that when you no longer dwell
If you're good you'll go to heaven, if you're bad you'll go to hell
You'll pass through the gates of Peter or you'll live in satan's cell
My last day on this earth did since come and go
I didn't see the fires of hell or the lights of heaven glow
For I wear an unfamiliar face and speak a voice I did not know
I live my life in the body of another
I have a different father and I have a different mother
And the monk that I'd once spoke to has now become my brother.
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Something like that.
Love,
The Dad
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
My Birthplace, Creston Iowa
Monday, May 2, 2011
Woke Up From This One
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Hypnosis
Friday, April 1, 2011
A message sent to my friend Ariel
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Side Steps
Friday, February 25, 2011
Back in the States, stuck in Fallon, NV
I have been back in the United States for maybe almost 3 weeks now, I haven't been keeping track so well. I have been spending a lot of time on Craigslist, applying for jobs, looking up places to live in both Oakland and Reno. Somewhat reluctantly, I admit that if I had a best friend right now, it would be craigslist.org. After my last post on Craigslist, asking to house-sit and dog walk, I got strange emails from someone. I have thus decided to steer clear of posting images of myself on the site. The conversation is shown below. Kind of made me feel uncomfortable.
Thankfully, I am looking on the bright side of things. I am seeing this stage as a time for my ideas to grow and develop, to give myself a chance to apply and do research for things that I normally would not have. I am certain that when I get around my friends, with opportunities abounding, I will find little time to work on my projects, or to research into dreamy programs such as Pland summer artist residency. The key is to remind myself that this was my choice, to enjoy the freedom of not having a home yet. This may be also be my last chance to share a space with my family before I make a valiant effort toward some form of adulthood.
The photo above was taken somewhere between Vienna and Bratislava. The photo below was taken from my computer in San Francisco, after my first night sleep in the US.
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Judy Fleming,
I would love to meet you.
I own a new 5 bed 3 bath home in Reno.
I live in it alone.
How old are you?
Any more pics of you?
Glen
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Judy,
Did you get my email?
I want to talk to you about your living situation.
Glen
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Yes, I actually just found something else. Thanks, though.
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So are you in Reno?
Can I meet you?
Glen
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No. Stop emailing me.