3 months ago 1 year ago

I was a 12 years old boy in Park Slope, Brooklyn, at the time. Hazel (a real knockout) wanted to ask me a question, but was too shy(?). So her friend Norma Jeane did it for her. It was the question in this title, a recoding of which Hazel was holding. I stupidly said “no”, because I didn’t want to look like a chump in front of my guy friends. In a rage, Hazel broke the record into pieces with her bare hands, and flung them at me. I was a chump.” —Youtube comment for “The Shirelles - Will You Love Me Tomorrow (Live, 1964)”

1 year ago 2 years ago
Mistake by Charles Bukowski

I reached up into the top of the closet
and took out a pair of blue panties
and showed them to her and
asked “are these yours?”

and she looked and said,
"no, those belong to a dog."

she left after that and I haven’t seen
her since. she’s not at her place.
I keep going there, leaving notes stuck
into the door. I go back and the notes
are still there. I take the Maltese cross
cut it down from my car mirror, tie it
to her doorknob with a shoelace, leave
a book of poems.
when I go back the next night everything
is still there.

I keep searching the streets for that
blood-wine battleship she drives
with a weak battery, and the doors
hanging from broken hinges.

I drive around the streets 
an inch away from weeping,
ashamed of my sentimentality and
possible love.

a confused old man driving in the rain
wondering where the good luck
went.

From: Love is a Dog From Hell by Charles Bukowski

2 years ago
3 years ago
an attempt at exhausting a place in berkeley

There is something comical and wildly quixotic about the situation. The prototypical suave roommate plying me with lines to feed to her. The constant refreshing of inboxes, the angling for reactions. I let myself become a vessel for his theatrics. I expect at any moment for him, irrespective of location, to fall out of the bushes. Ultimately she leaves to little fanfare. An opportunity wasted, a conversation squandered.

Another seats herself and it begins anew.

3 years ago
The Fox Is Black » I Wish This Was…
3 years ago
Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today. Cite Arrow Thomas Jefferson
3 years ago
Somehow I must have known I’d need more than one of these postcards. It’s why I bought two. These seem to be the only mea culpas I can manage right now. It’s worth a shot.

Somehow I must have known I’d need more than one of these postcards. It’s why I bought two. These seem to be the only mea culpas I can manage right now. It’s worth a shot.

3 years ago
L’esprit de l’escalier

L’esprit de l’escalier (or l’esprit d’escalier, usually translated as “staircase wit”) is the act of thinking of a clever comeback when it is too late to deliver it. The phrase can be used to describe a riposte to an insult or any witty remark that comes to mind too late to be useful, after one has left the scene of the encounter. The phenomenon is usually accompanied by a feeling of regret at not having thought of the retort when it was most needed or suitable.