Ghosts

Thu, 29 May 2008 12:00:13 GMT

Ghosts

One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.

Far safer, of a midnight meeting
External ghost,
Than an interior confronting
That whiter host.

Far safer through an Abbey gallop,
The stones achase,
Than, moonless, one's own self encounter
In lonesome place.

Ourself, behind ourself concealed,
Should startle most;
Assassin, hid in our apartment,
Be horror's least.

The prudent carries a revolver,
He bolts the door,
O'erlooking a superior spectre
More near.

-- Emily Dickinson

sex and cellulose

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 21:27:29 GMT

I've started to write a novel about beds. It's not going that great, but i'm still optimistic, considering it's only the first day. I plan to intersperse an extended metaphor of foliage/plants/growing. This will work quite wonderfully because i'm taking a Botany course at university. This will give me the opportunity to ramble about cellulose in a way that won't annoy everyone around me. I'm still thinking of a title and will wait until i actually finish the book before making a final decision.

I go through these walls

Ghosts

sex and cellulose