An Abstract of Misadventure & Misfortune

calamity at every corner

[calamityxjane]

stardust & wanderlust [space oddity]

seven years ago I woke up & Pluto was no longer a planet

seven years ago I woke up & thought I had the whole world

figured out but someone in a white dress shirt & striped tie spent his career crunching numbers, running figures, & conferring with contemporaries

things to make me question the universe

seven is the perfect age for telescopes; my eyes were already filled with stars & I filled my lungs with knowledge, exhaling stardust as I slept, seeded a gypsy soul treasuring Saturn’s rings over sparkles of diamond - commonly compressed carbon

seven years ago I woke up & Pluto was no longer a planet & I was no longer the same person looking myself back in the mirror- possibilities weren’t quite so limitless inside white picket fences I hadn’t noticed holding me in, holding me back, holding me down

seven years ago I woke up & remembered to take nothing else for granted everything we learn is subject to the whim of the universe

the stars look very different today

[calamityxjane]

I have barely written anything since I made my big leap of faith/move to the East Coast, but this David Bowie-inspired piece was the first thing I was able to freely write after moving a thousand miles away & going from a life of solitude to a life in a one bedroom apartment with a significant other who also thought he’d always be alone.  Although we eventually figured out cohabitation, our writing has fallen by the wayside.  This came out of a booze filled night of Bowie videos.   The man was a true artist, always pushing himself & boundaries.  Genres meant nothing to him.  Life was art.   Where the fuck did Monday go?  The world lost a great human Sunday night.

[calamityxjane]

teach 'em what they need to learn [ha]

nothing hurts like being ignored honey you make a great bonfire

[calamityxjane]

"Royal Heart" by Andrea Gibson

We met up with Andrea Gibson while she was touring through Portland, OR to get a listen to her poem, "Royal Heart." Shot, directed & edited by…

I haven’t been here on ages, and I’m an hour & 15 minutes late for #nationalpoetryday according to EST, but hey guys, idk if you remember me, but this is my all time favorite non tumblr poem.  The rest of you write some amazing shit & I miss you.

[calamityxjane]

a very reasonable friend indeed.

[calamityxjane]

Is it just me or is the world closing in very fast today?  A bottle of wine indeed.  

[suicideandcheese]

Instrumental Meltdown

The psychotics are sonatine. Sometimes I witness them sing the news in perfect regard. Anchor me.

[calamityxjane]

#relevant #theworldwelivein #thesearethedaysofourlives #VA #currentevents #hateeverything #hateeveryone 

[calamityxjane]

sunday morning [coming down]

it's 10:47 when I wake up & decide to chase the dream I just left it's 11:47 when my eyes open & I realize I can't hide in the dark much longer it's 12:17 before I can muster the wherewithal to get up & face the day-- at least the space you last occupied here

& it's 12:27 when I sit down with my saving grace, the first cup of the day's coffee & it's still 12:27 when I have my first spill

I need a distraction; I think I'll find some comfort in the words of Sarah Kay but by 12:37 there are tears streaming down my cheeks

hangover from my week of hell

[calamityxjane]

when you stay up so late you're hungry again

[topplaylist]

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Tire Swing | Kimya Dawson

I took the polaroid down in my room

I’m pretty sure you have a new girlfriend

[calamityxjane]

I had a dream that I had to drive to Madison To deliver a painting for some silly reason I took a wrong turn and ended up in Michigan Paul Baribeau took me to a giant tire swing He gave me a push and started singing I sang along while I was swinging The sound of our voices made us forget everything That had ever hurt our feelings

[calamityxjane]

the amount of attention and respect given to people in a pseudo position of power in these crazy interwebs that don't even remotely deserve it or reciprocate never ceases to sicken or dismay me.

[ladyfunnybones-deactivated20141]

you will die alone, and you will be at peace with it.

I really hope so.

[calamityxjane]

What. Even. :/

[calamityxjane]

One of the saddest things is that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can't eat eight hours a day nor drink for eight hours a day nor make love for eight hours - all you can do for eight hours is work. Which is the reason why man makes himself and everyone else so miserable and unhappy.

William Faulkner - The Art of Fiction No. 12 (an interview)

[calamityxjane]

His soul stretched tight across the skies That fade behind a city block, Or trampled by insistent feet At four and five and six o'clock; And short square fingers stuffing pipes, And evening newspapers, and eyes Assured of certain certainties, The conscience of a blackened street Impatient to assume the world. I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling: The notion of some infinitely gentle Infinitely suffering thing. Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh; The worlds revolve like ancient women Gathering fuel in vacant lots.

T.S. Eliot - Preludes

[calamityxjane]

For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume?

T.S. Eliot - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (an excerpt)

[calamityxjane]

A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune.

William Faulkner - The Sound and the Fury

[calamityxjane]

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

William Faulkner - As I Lay Dying

[calamityxjane]

Eating spaghettios, drinking a Yuengling, & listening to a folk cover of I Won't Back Down because life is like that sometimes.

[calamityxjane]

early bird catches the [book]worm

Awake at 7 am on a Saturday because I started a book before bed and finished it in one setting.