written/non-written things by me (from 2005-2008)

Monday, September 17, 2007

Some of the machinery...

"Then some of the machinery and most of the men who ran it an existed because of and for it would be loaded onto freight cars and moved away. But some of the machinery would be left, since new pieces could always be bought on the installment plan--gaunt, staring, motionless wheels rising from mounds of brick rubble and ragged weeds with a quality profoundly astonishing, and gutted boilers lifting their rusted and unsmoking stacks with and air stubborn, baffled and bemused upon a stumppocked scene of profound and peaceful desolation, unplowed, untilled, gutting slowly into red and choked ravines beneath the long quiet rains of autumn and the galloping fury of vernal equinoxes."
William Faulkner, Light in August

Thursday, September 13, 2007

I was all...

"Didn't have a BBQ today, with towering flanks of meat, sizzling from glowing charcoal bricket embers. Not today."

and he was all, a thousand miles away, and not knowing what I was all, and was all

(biggie size it)

like totally.

Out loud to no one, for my benefit:

Man: Aww….. gotta get back to Floor-id-a.


Man: Awww shit

Bus driver: Once you get back, done hurricane gonna run you out again.

Man: Naw.. I’ll be ah-ight.

Bus driver: What?

Man: I’ll be ah-ight……..

Man: Gotta go to the titty bar tonight. Girl said she dance fah me…..


Man (staring out the front window): I like the titty bars down he-yah. They cheapurr than in Floor-ida. Real cheap.


Man: I like them white girls. The rich white girls in Plano. Yeah, as long as you get thur money, they’d do it for the money


Man: I’ll get off rot heyah....

Man: (to me) You do look nice today, by the way.

Me: Why, thank you.

Man (as he gets off): I do like white girls. You a lot easier than black girls.

Monday, September 10, 2007

New Record

from "Some Trees"


"you and I
Are suddenly what the trees try

To tell us we are:
That their merely being there
Means something; that soon
We may touch, love, explain." -John Ashbery

Saturday, September 08, 2007

He said music


A sappiness that is deep and true.

I want to be back yard again
Lying on a sheet in a bright spot through the trees.
With a radio plugged up with three extension chords,
Limply trailing inside to the kitchen
Eating a watermelon
Thinking about if I was going to be a beautiful woman
Or just a plain one.
Staring at snips of grass lying supine
Planes overhead.
Lying supine myself as well.




"We built the World's largest exploding balloon wall that disappeared in a flash and revealed behind it the show"



* these are found images and that was found text

"The meat comes out in one piece" is how it ends.

Unfortunately, we could not stay in the Olive Garden. We would have to run to catch the bus again.

“But I am so hungry,” I said.

Then I went over to a table where the people had just left and took their bread basket and put it in my bag. Tom followed my example and took some bread off other peoples plates. Then we left and ate the bread in the parking lot as we walked to the bus depot. But then there was a circus in the parking lot and we had to go it!

So we ran to the circus and we went in and it was magnificent! We all paid one dollar to slide down a big slide on the inflatable Titanic. I climbed up through a tunnel with ropes guiding you to the top. There was a man at the top who told me matter-of-factly to “go down the slide.” He didn’t smile. The real Titanic was an emergency after all and, I imagine, there was little time for friendliness. I held my dress at the sides when I was sliding, but it didn’t work. I think the guy at the bottom saw my underwear. I slid down into an inflatable ice berg. Then Edward. Then Tom.

Then Edward paid two dollars to see the world’s smallest pony. Tom and I watched Edward as he looked into a well where the pony was located at the bottom. Edward looked back at us making a cute face to indicate the little pony was really cute. But we weren’t going to fall for that old trick. Then Edward bought a hot dog for three dollars. Tom and I split a bag of roasted peanuts for one dollar. Then we finished walking to the bus depot through the big parking lot. I asked Tom if it was okay to eat the shells on the peanuts as well as eating the peanuts.

“I can’t get to the peanut without eating some of the shell too,” I said.

“I think they are really bad for you because of all the pesticides they spray on the peanuts,” said Tom.

Then we got on the bus and it drove us downtown. I sat between Tom and Edward. I looked at our reflections in the dark windows. Then we got off the bus. I still had a peanut in my pocket. I broke it with my teeth and the peanut came out whole. It was delicious.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007






"Blogs are supposed to be about yourself" post

I'm in love with this man. We like the same things. His name is Michael.

Detecting "Bursts" by interested ground based observers.

The High Energy Transient Explorer is a small scientific satellite designed to detect and localize gamma-ray bursts. The coordinates of GRBs detected by HETE are distributed to interested ground-based observers within seconds of burst detection, thereby allowing detailed observations of the initial phases of GRBs.

Monday, September 03, 2007

Saturday, September 01, 2007

My name is Hannah Pierce-Carlson