February 2010
12 posts
Daily Keemo. 02.25. A Postcard From 5:00 AM
A Postcard From 5:00 AM
My eyes opened and it was too dark to see the ceiling and I knew the alarm clock was coming soon but I silently slid out of the bed and down the stairs and felt my way through the dark to the tall desk in the corner and covererd my eyes as I turned the lamp on and I took a seat in the tall chair and the house was cold and silent and I stared at the wall and the stack of...
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Daily Keemo. 02.23. At The Bottom Of The White Box...
At The Bottom Of The White Box
I have spent the entire day alone. (I recommend that everyone do this once in a while.) It is now 10:21 PM and my only contact with another human has been at the Chinese take-out and the lady who gave me the finger because she thought it was her turn at the 4-way stop. “Why yes, I would love a fortune cookie,” I said to the girl behind the counter. She...
Daily Keemo. 02.22. I Will Take This Day
I Will Take This Day It is 3:00 PM in the afternoon and this painting is leaning up against the wall just to the right of the computer monitor and as I look at it, I am having trouble figuring out where to begin. I never write in the afternoon and I swear the words come out best when the rest of the world is asleep. While I feel the keys under my fingertips I imagine everyone driving in cars, at...
Daily Keemo. 02.17. The Light From The Other Lamp
The Light From The Other Lamp
At the moment, there are two lamps on in this room. One is over there on the table where the paints and brushes are and there are also small speakers over there with music falling out of them. The other lamp is here, near the keys and the emails and the web pages and where the words rise and fall and all fates are determined for what is done on the other table under...
Daily Keemo. 02.15. In The Slow Movements In The...
In The Slow Movements In The Hands Of A Clock There was a line in a poem that I read this afternoon that I cannot remember now and I am too lazy to hunt it down for you and I think the dead writer deserves better than what I have to offer him now.
Which is not much.
There was a line in a poem that I read this afternoon that I knew that I would forget as soon as I turned the page like I...
Daily Keemo. 02.12. It Is Late And We All Have Our...
It Is Late And We All Have Our Reasons
There are nights when only a few words is all that is needed and tonight is one of those nights. It is not a night for long winded melacholy or trying to find yourself in the pieces of a broken mirror.
There are nights when only a few words is all that is needed and tonight is one of those nights and
these are those words.
Daily Keemo. 02.08. The Long Arms Of Winter Are...
The Long Arms Of Winter Are Around Me
there is green grass and sunlight and warmth and breeze and a drink out back with her and there are ice cubes and her arms are bare because the sun wants it that way. as I raise one to my mouth the outside of the glass prespires and feels perfect under the fingertips and the sun on my neck means we are a long way from this winter and as I open my eyes I...
Daily Keemo. 02.05. All The Good Ideas Come From...
All The Good Ideas Come From The Words We Exchange
Is that suppose to be hair on top of the head? She asked. No, it isn’t hair, I replied. What is it then? She asked. It is supposed to be ideas, I said.
They don’t look like ideas, She said. What do ideas look like? I asked.
I don’t know, She replied. I don’t know either, I said. I guess they look like ideas, She said....
Daily Keemo. 02.02. There Is A Photo On The Wall...
There Is A Photo On The Wall And It Is Of Tomorrow
It’s just the two of us in the house tonight and she is the shower and I can hear the water running from the floor above me and I am here at the keys and there is a wine glass and a lotto ticket and a lamp and addresses and numbers scribbled on a piece of paper and on the wall is taped a photo of my dead grandmother and I talking in the...
Daily Keemo. 02.01. The Luchador
The Luchador (a reminder to step away once in a while)
When you spend hours over the paints and keys under a desk lamp at early hours of the morning, you start to become those paints and keys and you turn inward too much and you start exploring and thinking and not that there is anything wrong with either of those two things, as a matter of fact, I would highly recommend both of those activities...
