Monthly Archives: January 2013

stronger

the sensations you are feeling in you body right now?
alyssa, the best yoga teacher in san diego ever says
as she circles slowly around our mats
while we hang out in some bound lunge or balance in standing splits or dancer pose
the burn rising out of our bones
shaky and going to our breath when there is nothing else to hold us there
that is you getting stronger.

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teaching moment #89349582034

i don’t think there’s a way i can get this moment across without straightup storytelling, so i won’t try:i teach two discussion sections. one meets from 1-1:50 and one meets from 2-2:50. for the last 15 minutes or so of my 1pm class, the discussion got heated. not the students debating or arguing each other, but unpacking/breaking down what went down in lecture two days ago (having to do with racism, privilege, power, codeswitching). this is delightful on several levels. (1. did you ever notice how an entire group can have a personality? that’s how i feel about classes. and this class had a quiet/gotta pull teeth to get it to talk personality. so the delight on this level is that they’re talking! 2. not only are they talking, but they’re making well articulated points). those students leave at the end of class and the students of the next discussion section trickle in… two of the students who have just walked in talk about how stuffy it is in the room (i have been teaching in this room for 15 weeks and have yet to hear someone say it’s stuffy). i notice i’m warm/feeling the stuffiness myself. i can’t help but think that the new students noticing this are obviously picking up on an energy that was left behind from the heated conversation that took place here minutes ago. (how badass is that? for the intensity of ideas and opinions of ideas raising the temperature, the tone of the room??? especially when the critical look the students are giving these ideas are breaking down racism, systems of power and privilege.) so we propped the garbage can in between the doorframe and door and let the cool hallway air leak in.

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because they won’t give themselves over to a world they don’t believe in

news from the water world:

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Australia is battling flooding in two states, with the inundated Queensland city of Bundaberg at the heart of the crisis. bbc news, day in pictures

plus,
it’s hard to follow what’s happening in egypt right now, but it might be appropriate to say the shit’s going down. again. (which sounds too callous and casual for people losing lives in the street because they won’t give themselves over to a world they don’t believe in… a world without dignity.)

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Riot policemen beat a protester opposing Egyptian President Mohamed Morsi, during clashes along Qasr Al Nil bridge, which leads to Tahrir Square in Cairo. (Reuters)

 

 

 

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Egyptian protesters try to tear down a cement wall built to prevent them from reaching parliament and the Cabinet building near Tahrir Square in Cairo. (AP)

egypt, it feels like a lie for me to say we are with you when i can hardly muster enough focus to be with myself
but i am
we are

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while i hand over the garlic
lia and i laugh
about being miniaturists
even though both of us are
no matter how amatuer
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night ride east
under rising papermoon
for the first time i notice
the grass/twigs of a birdnest
sticking out from the the streetlight
(in the compartment for the yellow light)
at 8th and university

 

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may light be falling

alright darlings, this project is up and live: http://dearbelovedsproject.wordpress.com/

go there (and create a submission to send me) instead of here today.

x and o and x

may light be falling all around you.

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freud’s laptop

at some point we begin to laugh about the difference between a photographer who would say oh, stand in front of that, i need to get a shot of in that light and a photographer who takes one picture a week

vistas i call them viewpoints
well, you’re the writer here he says

what drives you, like the perfect shot drives the ‘real’ photographer?
ideas.

taking the leash signs as a clue, we follow a path to a lookout point from where i say look! you can see the mountainy things and the ocean at the same time the sky opens and closes sending sun down in patches to illuminate what was once a river valley – now a string of malls, now land dug away at in tiers and bordered by yellow machines, now a highway

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my laptop is from 2008 which is nearly ancient in computer years honna says from carbondale illinois and we can’t tell whose machine it is, but our faces our being impressionistic-ized/pixelated, our sound coming in and out, our faces frozen in motion

and somehow the joke of the night is that honna is actually on freud’s computer.
and i am on ceasar’s (since mine is older… 2007).
i bet ‘buttsex’ was the name of freud’s hard drive i say
and ceasar’s screensaver would be an image of a calendar with the 15th of march circled frantically
i wonder if people would pay extra money (or less, i guess, depending on who they were) honna says if i listed my computer (while selling it) as freud’s computer
and then put in very tiny text at the bottom of the ad that this is just a skype joke between my friend frannie and i

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glowing green

the downside: i didn’t get any work done today towards the already overdue (by 8 weeks or so) paper/project
the upside: the smell of rain in the streets, the way the houses in the neighborhood look a little more familiar under a grey sky and with yards/plants glowing green and wet, the smiles and spanish at the city heights farmers market, lenore’s walked-out sprawled body on the hardwood floor, watching the cloud roll in so that our house, the street, the city is in it, waiting for the 7 under the bridge that connects the cactus garden to the prado water fountain, the film that – if watching it didn’t make you cry, listening to the humans in the audience afterwords would, the film that reveals (amongst a million things about rape in the u.s. military) how the u.s. military considers rape an occupational hazard, wiping fog off the inside of a bus window on the ride home (north, then east) where kaya says what bums her out about being sick: i just wanna party

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catch our breaths at corners and huddle

hand to ceiling
where a small line i never noticed before
weeps rooftop water
onto bedframe and mattress
they are small slow drops
but still enough to elicit panic words 

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ricebreadtoast peanut butter and jelly in hand while william and i
detour around puddles
catch our breaths at corners
and huddle under shelter
where others also huddle and wait

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you see a three foot wave
and you say ‘naw
i want the 10 foot, the 12 foot
eduardo says
you are a revolutionary

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arm in arm
i teach william the monkies walk
towards the #2 line bus stop
what felt like rain to avoid earlier
now feels like rain to offer our hands to
and everything growing around us spiraling out to meet it

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we strategize with plantain chips in our palms and light sabers and desert adobe in the background

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seriality
ben says
and calls it a book
and says something about when it’s published
he talks about the opening poem
as a guide
and the closing poem a bow (as in: what one does at the end of the performance)
and when he suggests a disappearing of the titles
it makes sense
and when i mention shuffling in the unnamed phenomenon
it seems like, if chosen right, this book could pull it off

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waiting for the 1
at 30something and el cajon
i entertain urban hitchhiking
minutes before rene and jesse pull up and tell me to get in, fool
this is the kind of chance, this running into people
that makes a city feel like i live in it
rather than just passing through

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incomplete, but a detail nonetheless:
the lowering of lake washington
(in currently-named seattle)
by eight feet
to build a ship canal
and the native tribes that died out
as a result

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