Saturday, April 30, 2011

Edit

Here's the version of the last post's poem (whoa, that was kind of hard to say...) that I ended on. I feel it a hell of a lot better personally, but that's why I have a blog...so, thoughts?


The Woman I Will Be

What I want is
to dance with my children,
                                    barefooted
in our living room,
to love a father --
.                                               some kind of activist--
and write
words that are trifled
by misapprehension
words you will love,
unlike mother’s
who are not
            the woman I will be.

 

Wednesday, April 20, 2011


 Late summer hearts, swollen
            from sun and seed, never make it past
            shallow lawn chair basins

or spots behind glasses of ice
perspiring, drowning themselves.
                        Everyone has stopped watching.       
                                   
Soon, wild black eyed ladies will blossom
from the scalp of earth
                        where beautiful things are
            rotting. 

This is as good as my triadic line poem is getting. I'm honestly not even fucking able to offer any legitimacy to the structured clauses, let alone the fucking format. aha.  But I'll offer it up to you, oh blog gods, to do with it what you will. 
In other news...
             

Monday, April 11, 2011

It's been a while...

You know, I was thinking that I really don't ever use my blog enough ever. For shame. Well, it's never too late.

I feel so separated from everything that otherwise I am a part of, as if I'm dissimilar in some way. I feel like I'm being forced out, but all I want to do is stay. It's the difference that's forcing me to make a choice: change or leave. Then again, I've always kind of different. Maybe I'm meant to be on the sides, never really understood. Am I understood? It's a scary question because really, can you ever know? Its this understanding that I need validated on days where all I can feel are the words on a page, and nothing else. We all need that person, those people who get us, who can say just one thing, one word, or perhaps just a smile or a look, and we know that out vantage point has been theirs. And you can't fight it, you can never fight it. Just like time, the change operates of its own accord, having little to do with what is controllable by humans. Like a decayed structure, it is meant to fall. But who's falling the world around you, or you?

Monday, December 13, 2010

Standing Up Straight

Standing Up Straight

We have only just found it

The ear’s drum is an orange
Smooth with wax, dimpled and spongy
With noise, palpitating pulp fists so vicious
But not for bleeding out beyond its zest
Since the flesh, too, hears its longing
And forbearance. My word is me. We

Try, for love, to plot by sound’s plundering,
How a tiny beating naval communicates its
tremors to beauty and understanding, the
orange pulp bursting behind the plump lips
of a child who sits in its mother’s lap, feeling
only the sleek slice of fruit. We are lounging

In fields beneath trees, wondering behind closed
Eyes, and like the bows we block out the sun,


Making homes for others in our arms. I believe

Now that the ear’s drum is an orange giving
up on itself and even for all we do to understand
its whispering, we will truly never understand

why is exists to hear what can never fully be understood.

((PS: This is just a draft, so I have major tweaking still to do, I think. Opinions??))

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Istanbul

So, I'm kind of proud of myself: I deactivated my facebook account. It's so strange how liberated I feel now. hmm
Side note: Kinda tired of writing creatively. I've completed near fifty pages of short stories in about three days. The likelihood of having another creative thought soon, for me, is very very very low. And yet, I blog. Who knows what that's about. As much as I'd like to just copy and paste it all here for everyone ( or really the one person who actually reads but only kind of.

on a new note completely, Dumbledore just died, again, damn movie. I'm bummed now. Oh well, better get back to that hw stuff. blah

until then. later

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Soup!

So, I've recently decided that I'm going to get motivated about cooking again, starting with soup. Here are a few yummy sounding one's I think I'll try:

1: Butter Nut Squash and Carrot Soup
(minus the yogurt, bleck)
(Makes 4 to 6 servings)

1/2 medium butternut squash, peeled chopped into 1-inch pieces
3 large carrots, peeled and chopped into 1-inch pieces
1 onion, peeled and chopped into 1-inch pieces
2 Tbsp. olive oil
salt and pepper
1 Tbsp. garam masala
1 cup of hot water or so
1/4 cup heavy cream, or to taste
1/2 cup Greek yogurt
1/2 lemon, juiced
1 tsp. cumin
2 Tbsp. chopped cilantro

Preheat your oven to 400 degrees. Place the chopped squash, carrots, and onions in a baking pan. Drizzle with olive oil, garam masala and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Roast for 15 to 20 minutes, shaking the pan a few times to keep them from sticking. Remove from the oven when tender and caramelized. (Brown spots are fine and add flavor.) Place the vegetables in a blender and add 1/2 cup hot water. Puree, adding an additional 1/2 cup water to get a smooth consistency. Add the cream and puree until blended. Taste and adjust the seasoning with salt and pepper. At this point, you can serve the soup as-is, or if you are not eating until later on, you can refrigerate it and re-heat it in a pot on the stove.

In a small bowl, combine the yogurt, lemon juice, cumin, and add salt to taste. Pour the hot soup into bowls and top each one with a spoonful of yogurt and some chopped cilantro. 




2:  Creamy Asparagus Soup with Mushrooms and Gruyere Croutes

A little white rice is all it takes to make this soup thick and creamy. The trick is in pureeing the soup so that the rice becomes silky smooth. We like to use a blender for the job; you may prefer a food processor.
Yield: 4

Ingredients

  • 6 1/2  tablespoons  olive oil
  • 10  ounce  shiitake mushrooms, stems removed and caps sliced thin, or 1/2 pound regular white mushrooms including the stems, sliced
  • 2 1/4  teaspoons  salt
  • 1/4  teaspoon  fresh-ground black pepper
  • 1  large onion, chopped
  • 1  quart water
  • 1  quart canned low-sodium chicken broth or homemade stock
  • 1/3  cup  long-grain rice
  • 2  pounds  asparagus, tough ends snapped off and discarded, spears cut into 1-inch pieces
  • 16 1/2-  inch slices baguette
  • 1/4  pound  Gruyère, shredded

Preparation

1. In a large pot, heat 2 tablespoons of the oil over moderately high heat. Add the mushrooms, 1/4 teaspoon of the salt, and the pepper and cook, stirring occasionally, until the mushrooms are golden, about 5 minutes. Remove the mushrooms from the pot and set aside. Reduce the heat to moderately low and add another 1 1/2 tablespoons of the oil to the pot. Add the onion and cook, stirring occasionally, until translucent, about 5 minutes.
2. Add the water, broth, rice, and the remaining 2 teaspoons of salt to the pot. Bring to a boil. Continue boiling for 10 minutes, stirring occasionally. Add the asparagus. Cook until the asparagus is tender, about 5 minutes.
3. In a blender or food processor, puree the soup until completely smooth. Return the soup to the pot and stir in the reserved mushrooms.
4. Meanwhile, heat the broiler. Put the bread on a baking sheet and brush both sides of the bread with the remaining 3 tablespoons of oil. Broil the bread until brown, about 2 minutes. Turn and top with the Gruyère. Broil until the cheese melts, about 2 minutes longer.
5. Reheat the soup if necessary. Serve topped with the Gruyère croûtes.
Wine Recommendation: The wines of southern Italy, long ignored by wine lovers, are now recognized as among the most interesting the country has to offer. A full-bodied wine such as a white Greco di Tufo, an earthy, honeyed delight, will be terrific here.


3:  Spicy Chicken Vegetable Soup
(I'm altering this one a bit to be more like a wholesome spicy chicken and veggie soup)

1 qt Homemade Chicken Stock (you can use store bought but why?)
1 28 Oz can of crushed tomatoes
1/2 Cup diced onion and diced celery
3 Cloves of garlic
1 Cup each broccoli, cauliflower, carrot, potato
1 1/2 Cup raw kale
1/2 c Each frozen green beans and corn
2 T Cumin
1 T Smoked Paprika
1 T Chipotle chili powder (more if you dare)
3/4 lb Chicken breast meat cut small
Salt and pepper to taste
In your largest stock pot sweat the onion and celery until soft. Add garlic and cook for another minute. Poor in chicken stock and tomatoes. Add spices. Start adding veggies hardest first. Potatoes and carrots. Give them about a ten minute head start then add broccoli, cauliflower, green beans and corn. Let all of this simmer until vegetation is nearly done. Add kale and cook for another five minutes. Five minutes before dinner add chicken. Be careful not to over cook it.
I like to serve this with a dollop of sour cream and saltines. It is also very nice with a squeeze of lemon. I am not above adding a couple of shots of hot sauce at the table either. The sky is the limit with this soup.


4:  Creole Onion Soup
(Probably going to use the usual Gruyer, parm, and perhaps a sharp cheddar, not sure yet_

  • 1/2 cup vegetable oil
  • 1/2 cup flour
  • 8 cups thinly sliced onions
  • 1 1/2 tsp. salt
  • 4 bay leaves
  • 1/2 tsp. cayenne pepper
  • 1/2 tsp. dried thyme
  • 1/2 tsp. dried oregano
  • 1/2 tsp. dried basil
  • 2 tbsp. chopped garlic
  • 2 qts. chicken broth
  • 2 cups cubed French bread, lightly toasted
  • 2 tbsp. olive oil
  • 1 tbsp. Rustic Rub (see Rustic Rub recipe)
  • 1/2 cup grated white medium-sharp cheddar
  • 1/2 cup yellow medium-sharp cheddar 1/2 fresh grated parmesan cheese
 
Method
In a large saucepan over medium heat, combine the vegetable oil and flour. Stirring slowly and constantly for about 10 minutes, make a blond roux, the color of sandpaper. Add the onions, salt, bay leaves, cayenne, thyme, oregano, and basil. Stirring often, cook for about 10 minutes, or until the onions are golden. Add the garlic and cook for 2 minutes, stirring constantly. Add the broth and stir to blend well into the roux mixture. Reduce heat to medium-low and cook, uncovered, stirring occasionally, about 1 hour. Remove bay leaves. In a bowl, toss the bread cubes with the olive oil and the Rub. When ready to serve, add the cheeses to the soup, about 1/2 cup at a time, stirring until completely melted. Serve in soup cups or bowls and top with the croutons.


5:  Creamy Potato Soup


Ingredients
• 2  cups  thinly sliced onions or leeks
• 1  Tbsp.  olive oil
• 2  cups  milk
• 3  Tbsp.  all-purpose flour
• 1  lb.  Yukon Gold potatoes, peeled and sliced
• 4  cups  reduced-sodium chicken broth
• 8  oz.  Swiss-style cheese such as Gruyére or baby Swiss, shredded
•    Snipped fresh herbs
• 2  oz.  baby Swiss cheese, thinly sliced (optional)
Directions
1
. In 4-quart Dutch oven cook onions in hot oil over medium heat for 5 to 10 minutes or until tender. Whisk together milk and flour; add to onions. Cook and stir 5 minutes.
2. Add potatoes and chicken broth. Bring to boiling; reduce heat. Cover and cook for 20 minutes or until potatoes are tender. Remove from heat; cool slightly.
3. Puree soup, half at a time, in blender. Return to Dutch oven; add shredded cheese. Cook and stir over medium heat just until cheese is melted. Season to taste with salt and pepper. Sprinkle fresh herbs; garnish with sliced cheese. Serve at once. Makes 8 (1 cup) servings.


Thursday, November 4, 2010

The Artists Mourns his Mary Jane

This was a poetry assignment that I had to do. I'm posting it bc I'm pretty please overall with the outcome. Also, I think this one may very well make or break me in my professor's eyes, either it's brilliant or I too the grotesque too far. Oh, and did I mention I have a dirty mouth. Bless my poem, lets hope it gets the grade I'm aiming for.



The Artist Mourns his Mary Jane

The record player spins the music beautifully, the rasp
perforating the choking parlor air, the wrenching cackle
a ghost among beating hearts. He sing’s softly.

Baby it’s been so long, that even the roses’ hips
are turning me on. Baby it’s been so long.
I’m up real close now, baby, can you hear

me? Hear these words: This man was built to fuck
and lie then take what’s done to mossy grave
for worms and dirt to be my judge. But cunt,

you gulped the blood I fed, you dirty thing. You
let those creatures, hooves and black wings
create her, let her damned head fall from your legs

and wail. Mother of our child, you’re just a body, rotting
now, alone. While I, the one they curse, will watch your
delicate mouth yawn, your face awakening in her crib.

How can I forgive you that?

**Not only am I mildly concerned I'm borderline plagiarizing, maybe (I include song lyrics) But I also swear, a, um, a bit....If this becomes an issue, I'm reverting back to the prompt he wrote for the basis of the poem, which, in my head, necessitates both fuck and cunt. Or at least I'm a solid percent sure that it does. 
...

well this is the last of it for me today. I'm beat and ready for sleep. :)