a look at my new year’s resolutions

This morning, I wanted to take a look at my new year’s resolutions. I remembered the first one but not the other two…

1. Lose some weight.
2. Stop wasting so much energy thinking how my life doesn’t meet my expectations.
3. Figure out if I want to write prose or remain in poetry.

I managed to lose these messy 20 pounds gained through 2007 but nothing more so far. I think I somewhat make progress about number 2. I work with what I have and care less about the rest. Good progress as well with number 3. As a writer, I really have been going through a transmutation over the last years. I always thought there are two kinds of writers: those who say and those who tell. I wanted to say so many things when I was young to improve the world, to fight all what needed to be fought. Now, more than ever, I think there is not much to say. But, at least in my case, going from saying to tell has been a slow process.

So… So far, the first half the years shows promising results in my head and… some results on my body…

She builds light

all around and above

like through a cathedral.

heart and earth

It took me time

to learn

that heart doesn’t take a h at the end

like earth

it took me time

to learn

these were two different things.

I need a new heart

and a new face

new lungs

and new kidneys

I really need a new liver

and mostly new eyes

new better stronger bones

a whole new skin

and new ears

I need new balls

and definitely a new dick

I gotta get a new tongue

but the spleen looks just fine.

Adrift dream

dead but still there

hindering my eyes.

cell phone jammer

Oh the fun I would have with one of these… But for over 200$, that probably doesn’t worth it. But still… It could be so fun to take a day off and mess around with that…

outrageous news

Once in a while, news make me angry. This week, I got angry twice. First:

Dunkin’ Donuts has pulled an online advertisement featuring Rachael Ray after complaints that a fringed black-and-white scarf that the celebrity chef wore in the ad offers symbolic support for Muslim extremism and terrorism.

Just to protest, I might buy a kaffiyeh. But as they now mostly made in China, what remains of that symbol anyway ? Which make the whole Dunkin’ story even more moronic… Too bad there is no Nobel prize for stupidiy, because Michelle Malkin would be a wonderful contender.

And also that story:
High levels of bisphenol A prompted many consumers to toss water and baby bottles containing the controversial material. Now, tests conducted for The Globe and Mail and CTV have found high levels of the estrogen-mimicking chemical in canned food sold in Canada.

Is there anything I can do anymore and not get cancer???

john vs. the ants

Lately, I discovered I have some small ants invading my appartment. What is strange is that they seem to invade from a wall in the very middle of my appartment. I had to come up with some solution to tell them it’s my place, not theirs. A biological, natural solution. I remembered that ants hate basil. So I looked to some efficient solution…

I turns out ants hate lemon, garlic, basil indeed, tanacetum and mint. My first try is going to be trying to freak them out with a sliced lemon.

fractional poetry

I hate it sometimes when I got a piece of poem in mind and the rest of it doesn’t want to come up. I have to store the verses until something happens…

Such din of muteness

tears down my blood

drowning my soul.

I crushed my bones against her breast

and I drowned

away

from her

me

and everything we could have been.

She’s seismical

She’s bitter and raw and keen

Burning down my flesh.

1% for charity

I’m thinking about charity these days. Probably since I saw a short documentary about homeless youth in Paris. I feel I should give some of my earnings to charity. Maybe 1%. Muslims are told to give 2.5%. Maybe I should add 1.5% of time. In a 35 weelky hours of work perspective, it means about 30 minutes of weekly charity.

I took a look at thoughts I had on the subject more than a year ago. I didn’t evolve much since then…

The principle of charity is simple, but finding a target can be complicated. Local or foreign? Daily needs or changes for a better world? Is there a target that fits my views?

I just hope my next thoughts about this won’t be that I still didn’t move…

funny blog

Intoxicated

by the poisonous

words

doings

and belongings

Breathless

Strangled by my own shadow

my anchor

my tombstone.