"you alley cat licking tin cans cutting your tongue"

... is a line from my poem you nude girl folding your arms which is now up at juked. on the page, you'll find a link to the schiele painting that inspired it.

trillium has accepted one poem (Niobium (Nb) - Niobe's Loss) for their inaugural issue which is due out in 2 weeks.

and i have not written anything new in ages. i am beginning to miss it. really miss it.

i'm sick, had a fever since sunday, baaaaaad sore throat, head the size of a soccer stadium. a padded one. had to drag myself to work. bleargh. teaching 8 hours is exhausting at the best of times, in my current state it is ... what's the word? madness? suicide?


donaukanal (danube canal), vienna

song of the day: yellow by coldplay.

poetry, a graduation, and a new toy

my poem what is the sound of one hand clapping? can now be read at juked. i am in excellent company there, so make sure you have a good look around.

i am finishing my second round of 10 days - 10 poems today. these are the titles:

01. ain't misbehavin'
02. Rubidium (Rb) - The day I fell in love with a rock
03. his mouth says no, his heart says
04. harold (From Mrs M Garbage's Mencyclopaedia Austriaca)
05. ainigma
06. ekleipsis
07. summetros
08. hypnos
09. nitrogen (n) - dissolution
10. Fluorine (F) - The day I fell in love with an urban legend
(still working on this one, i must confess)

here's one of them - thanks to the ever-busy ms ang for inspiration. i nicked her form. :)

ainigma

speak
in riddles :
sing votives : nail
the sharp snap of vinyl : ainissesthai
you whisper : moon swim across a skylight : moon become
        our skylight : spark to straw to flame : like a tongue
cut off in a fishmouth : the silence of arousal : folds that cease

to murmur : a widowed heart turns purple in secret in heat
        indicting a wax leak : find me cherry red : find me
relentless : adam adam : trade me in for a fable : a leap out
of the fish bowl : fingers fold desire
like a paper swan &
it floats : oh
it floats


i was out of town for a couple of days - caught a very early train to klagenfurt on friday, the town where my brother martin recently finished his master's degree in history, and where he is now studying for his ph.d. they held the graduation ceremony at 12 on friday. my other brother markus and his girlfriend came, and of course my parents, and lots of martin's friends. the ceremony itself was nice, martin read out the vows. his friends and some of the professors also came along for a drink afterwards, and even to the meal at lovely maria loreto on the shore of wörthersee (carinthia's biggest lake). martin's friends are really lovely - and they must like him a lot, and obviously think highly of him. so yes, i was a proud older sister! it was fun, and it was a shame that i could not go out with the lot at night, but it would have been too complicated to get back to my hometown from there.

here are a few pics, there are many more - of family, friends, and the scenery - on my website.


brother & sister


family: markus, martin, me, mom, dad


playboy bunny?!


almost like the sea


maria loreto


and my dad proved to be very, very generous: he gave me one of his digital cameras, because he is not using it. and i am not talking about one of those little pocket things. i am talking about this - the fuji finepix s9500:


we were talking photography (my dad's *really* good), and he mentioned it, and i said i wished i could afford one of those, and well - basically he said "you can have it". wow. i am soooooo looking forward to playing with it! i think i'll be out and about a lot when i have time off work in june! watch this space for results.

song of the day: another sunny day by belle & sebastian.

my poems, and someone else's poem

juked has accepted two of my poems - what is the sound of one hand clapping? and you nude girl folding your arms, inspired by a schiele painting. i'll post links when they are published.

and here's a wonderful poem i was introduced to yesterday:

Since You Will Not Send Me Word

Since you will not send me word
I will try to imagine
what you might have said.

I will believe there is a world
where you love me again,
I will talk sweetly.

Since you will not take my hand,
(my hand that was just your
size), I will wave

Good-bye again and again.
I will weep bitter tears, and
you shall know you are missed.

Since you will not love me love,
oh secret darling of my heart,
I will fall away

And rock myself to sleep.
I will sing a song
and rock myself to sleep.

Joyce Sutphen

i sat in the sunny park across the road this afternoon, reading (salman rushdie's the moor's last sigh) and watching people (the comings and goings of members of the balkan community, mainly) - it was a pretty perfect two and a half hours. and tichy's chocolate ice-cream is still the bestest. :)

song of the day: hotel song by regina spektor.