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Mar. 9th, 2006 06:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vriad_leecartoons by david nunnery
no more october for us
this year, sitting between the toes
of the giant willow oak
(you burying your feet in the leaves,
me poking acrons with a stick).
you said
"i wish we were cartoons,"
and i couldn't let that go.
i, too, sometimes feel trapped
by this responsibility of substance.
the consequence of putting heavy foot
to solid earth can be
staggering.
so what if we were cartoons instead, drawn
toward our fate by some unseen, benign marker,
only adding to this loud world
the gentle suffle of flipping pages,
doing no harm that couldn't be erased
or painted over?
would the marker make me pretty,
make you tall?
or would she draw us just like this,
you, burying your feet in leaves,
me, poking acrons with a stick?
you, handing me a hissing bomb,
in a cake,
my anvil at your head.
i met the bloke who wrote this poem in moscow - a long time ago, and i forget why i started to recount this in the first place, if only to shirk work and expose myself to some more humiliation.... okay, so the point is that he came to russia to teach english from chapel hill where he studied (btw, what an opportunity if you're a native english speaker looking for adventures). so, i lent him a whole bagful of english books that he never returned, including a huge grey volume of william saroyan. i was supposed to entertain him because he didn't know anyone in moscow, except his fellow teachers. god, i have no idea why i'm telling this, there is nothing to tell? it's a story about eggs, in fact (as you could have guessed by now). because when we spent a day in moscow with david and came to a bar where his friend, a geography teacher was waiting, they asked me, the two of them, because they didn't know anything about moscow, really, so they asked: can you buy eggs that are sold in the street, isn't it like... dangerous? which rather knocked me off my feet, so i simpered and answered 'oh, i guess you can't'. why? why can't you buy eggs that are sold in the street - i've been asking this question for many years since and i still don't know the answer, or why i said that. then i wondered about some foreign currency note they had, it was green and blue, with a helmeted head on it. desperately trying to find a topic i asked 'whose head is that?' david stopped being shy by that time, since his fellow chapel-hiller was now around, and he looked at it and said 'ehh... just a head, i guess?' that was awful! it was our last meeting, then david basically ditched me, although walking him around moscow was such a pain, but you don't realize what sense of responsibility i had ten years ago, it was all about pain and responsibility. i've been fighting and squeezing it out all that time, and much of it is still there. well, i don't know, the point of this post is to portray myself as a social cripple, which i have always been and whiсh i will probably die. please delete me from your friends list to show your sympathy or (better yet) please delete your journal.
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Date: 2006-03-09 05:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-03-09 06:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-09 06:20 pm (UTC)i'll read it now.
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Date: 2006-03-09 06:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-09 06:30 pm (UTC)hello, care for a cake?
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Date: 2006-03-09 06:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-09 06:43 pm (UTC)i, too, sometimes feel trapped
by this responsibility of substance.
the consequence of putting heavy foot
to solid earth can be
staggering.
and, somehow, this:
my anvil at your head.
although, i'm already in doubt now that you said that, maybe i'm eh.. faultfinding?
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Date: 2006-03-09 06:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-09 06:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-09 06:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-09 07:07 pm (UTC)Of course, you won't be seeing this for a while...
right...
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Date: 2006-03-09 07:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-09 07:40 pm (UTC)d.
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Date: 2006-03-11 04:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-11 05:35 pm (UTC)In this case, it's the "state" of Utah.
However, many of our fine young Utahn's will become soldiers and cia operatives. The rest of them just want to be billionaires.
It's all the same thing.
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Date: 2006-03-11 05:39 pm (UTC)what kind of work do you do (if it's not a [utah] state secret)
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Date: 2006-03-10 03:56 pm (UTC)