Writing is prayer.
— Franz Kafka (via amandaonwriting)
An amalgamate of words, sounds, and lines that approximate a vague description of that which is Annie.
Writing is prayer.
— Franz Kafka (via amandaonwriting)
I Almost Forgot: A NaPoWriMo Limerick
It’s ten fifty-five at night,
and something is not quite right.
My paper is done.
Of chores I have none.
It’s this verse I’ve yet to write!
-Annie Haden; 4.6.13
In other news, school is absolutely ridiculous right now, what with 500 papers, readings, presentations, and projects to complete over the next three weeks. I may not be able to finish NaPoWriMo, but am really hoping I’ll be able to squeeze in some time to write something each day, however terrible it may be.
was there ever a time
when suspended spiders didn’t sway
in the breaths we all exhale
in short bursts of fear
that they will one day discover
the power of the sreams
lodged deep inside their jaws?
-Annie Haden; 4.4.13
“Lies”
You dove into a honeyed sea
all sticky sweet and smooth
down the crook of your neck.
Eyes closed;
fingers crossed;
take another breath
as waves crash & echo:
(It’sokayit’sokayit’sokay)
-Annie Haden; 4.2.13
And I am an unhappy stranger*
among the ghosts in my bathroom mirror,
an ambling minstrel meandering
the screams of my neighbors’ delight.
I drink my tea and I bite my nails,
leave traces where they will lie,
and scour the deserts monkishly
along trails coarse and everwinding.
Yet still I wake and yet still do I wander
through crevasses between our two minds.
You curled up gently beside me
and I am an unhappy stranger.
-Annie Haden; 4.1.13
*First line taken from Kerouac’s poem “Mexican Loneliness”
I don’t like papers without the pens,
I don’t like this fast without the cleanse,
I don’t like that I’m missing all the trends
upon which this love all depends.
I don’t like this cup without the wine,
I don’t like these deep and dark fault lines,
I don’t like that I’ve made this stream so wide
because of all the tears I’ve cried.
I don’t like these words you will not read,
I don’t like how quickly we both agreed,
I don’t like sifting through all the debris
between thoughts of you loving without me.
-Annie; 3.28.13
nypl:
Today in History
‘Uncle Tom’s Cabin,’ written by Harriet Beecher Stowe, was published today in 1852. This novel depicts the reality of slavery. It is the second best-selling book of that century.
The cover shown in the photo is from the 1897 edition. (Image courtesy of NYPL Digital Library)
Charlie Hoey created a playable version of The Great Gatsby with 8-bit, Nintendo like graphics for all your nostalgia needs.