Sitting. type. rethink. add. Stare. share.



Ralph Lemon: MOMA


She was wearing yellow pants
Ralph a yellow sock

We caught them in a moment
before that second sock comes off

Takes a lot to reach for that other sock:
desire, will, bending, grabbing, balancing, pulling

It can be utterly exhausting
There is panting 

he searches
is there someone to help free the other foot

suffocation.
just listen, an entire body gasps

he finds her

the two collide
yellows fuse briefly

limbs tangle
but he will have to free the other foot himself

Ralph stood upstage
She was in the foreground


Task: Daily Dosage





















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Mary Wisinski: January 25, 1923



Dean's Rendition (button story)

KATIE: Hey Dean, you look fantastic as usual.

DEAN: Oh this old thing? (looking down at himself) These are just RAGS! But I love your sweater!

KATIE: Thanks I love it too, I have all these buttons, it's nuts! Look, I even have buttons on the INSIDE!

DEAN: Wow, that must be hundreds of buttons. I've never seen so many on one sweater, they look like freckles.

KATIE: Freckles or acne?

DEAN: Freckles! You know what, I actually lost a button just like that...

KATIE: What they hell are you insinuating?

DEAN: Well, umm..I mean, since you have so many...maybe I could umm, I don't know, borrow one long term...?

KATIE: (sigh) Ok, but don't think I won't come looking for you if I lose one! (smiles, vivisects a button and gives it to Dean).

DEAN: Thanks Katie, you're the best ever!!

Thank you Theodora Allen

A Long term Loan





DEAN: Wow, that's a really great sweater.

KATIE: Oh gee, thanks. I like it too. It used to be Jim F's.

(Katie shows Dean the sweater's tag)

DEAN: Ah yes, Jim. I have a coat with the same buttons. Classic.

KATIE: They make the sweater. Just need a soft brown leather chair to sit in.

DEAN: Yeah, sadly I lost one of my buttons.

KATIE: Really, this one still has the extra one sewn on the inside. You want it?

DEAN: Really?

KATIE: Yeah, what good is it on the inside of a sweater?

DEAN: True.

(Katie removes extra inside button with scissors, Dean puts button in his pocket)

KATIE: I might need that back.



From William Byrd's Secret Diary:

May 23, 1710
I rose at 5 o'clock and read 2 chapters in Hebrew and some Greek in Amacreon. The children were a little better, thank God. I said my prayers and ate milk and strawberries for breakfast. I danced my dance. My daughter was very ill, but the boy had lost his fever, thank God.

June 16, 1710
I rose at 5 o'clock and drank some milk warm from the cow. I read a chapter in Hebrew and some Greek in Thucydides. I said my prayers and danced my dance. About 10 o'clock Captain Drury Stith and his wife came to make a visit, notwithstanding it was very hot.

June 17, 1710
I rose at 5 o'clock and drank some milk warm from the cow. I read a chapter in Hebrew and some Greek in Thucydides. I said my prayers and danced my dance About 8 o'clock Mr. Anderson came on his way over the river.

June 19, 1710
I rose at 5 o'clock and read chapters in in Hebrew nd some Greek in Thucydides. I drank some warm milk from the cow. I said my prayers and danced my dance. About 10 o'clock came Isham Randolph and Mr.Finney to see us.

June 21, 1710
I rose at 5 o'clock and drank milk from the cow. I read a chapter in Hebrew and some Greek in Thucydides. I said my prayers and danced my dance. My wife was disposed.

December 31, 1710
I rose about 7 o'clock and read a chapter in Hebrew and six leaves in Lucian. I said my prayers and ate boiled milk for breakfast. The weather continued warm and clear. I settled my accounts and wrote several things till dinner. I danced my dance.

Save the Homemade Jam Collection: Recently acquired






Tissue Tunes

FOUND:
January 17th, 2011
3rd Avenue

(this one's for you Jared)












Nothing needed to be said




Nothing needed to be said
from so far off

thoughts found themselves glued together
the corner of one disappears

behind the bottom of another
if you could turn it inside out
something might be revealed

but why look?

words you will never find
they creep up on you and attack

dispelling their claws? never easy
it hurts

better to let them fester awhile
and dig up new visions
they can always be mailed away 
in a letter 
some other day

(collage by Andrew Maples, sent from a farm in Germany)