today on the train i watched the faces of people
took notice of how few were reading
what they were reading
the epiphany "i have never randomly seen a person reading a poetry book in public" occurred
the train shook a lot
i watched the passing graffiti through the window
the loneliness broke when i saw the word
CUNT
spray painted on a freeway overpass
and finally felt a small connection
but not with any of the people
around me
Friday, May 22, 2009
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favorite graffiti seen in the past 24 hours: "i should have fucked you when i had the chance"
true words
I see the graffiti HELP ME SOMEONE every day, scrawled on a wall near a tube station in Earl's Court. I am generally on the way to work when I glimpse it. I feel some sense of kinship.
relating
Nice.
Happy Birthday, you.
Excelent! I felt myself being on a london subway.
and it's ture that people do not read poetry in public. Is it a shamefull thing to do?
i wish you loved me half as much as i love you
honestly
This post relaxes me. I never feel connected with people I see. I imagine what it would take for the people to lose the walls that stop them from freaking out, grabbing others, and fighting at random for mere comfort of space. Then I feel oddly connected but still out of place.
happy bday mane
AUW,
i wrote "I DON'T WANT TO DIE" in a math book once. sometimes i think about it and wonder if some 16 year old girl has my mathbook today and is reading my random message.
xtx,
HI SEX TEA SEX
paula,
you are a sweet kid. thank you.
mariana,
i don't think many people read poetry at all any more. poetry is practiced by an esoteric few which is sad. kind of like latin i guess.
ani,
i wish i could express love half as much as you love me. you are valuable.
matt,
lose all you know.
blake,
thank you kind sir.
good post.
Loved it
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