...er, I've finally copyrighted this schtuff--albeit halfassedly, but still, um, don't bite. Yo.   
prosety.

Okay. So prosety has been getting some more traffic lately, and I'd like to 'splain just what it is.

I've written all my life, but for the longest had no term for what I did most often: a weird hybrid of prose and poetry, too stream-of-consciousness and laden with various lyrical devices to be legit prose, and too straightforward (usually) and earthbound (for lack of a better term) to be called poetry. So about two years ago I figured out prosety.

This isn't a blog. You can visit the overhaul for that--sometimes it has some decent writing. This site, though, is a way for me to hash out my own writing in a semi-public forum, in the effort to improve it and develop as a writer...poetess...whatever. I have no idea, honestly.

I thought about making it possible for visitors to comment on the various posts, as they can at the overhaul, but I'm a bit too fragile for that just yet, and I also don't want to find myself (much as I did when I had a radio show) worrying "Will they like it? Will this appeal to enough people?" so I figured I'll just operate in a vacuum for a while, and if you really hate it, well, that's an option. Or if you like it, that would be cool too.

One more thing: some of these are quotes that appeal to me at that particular moment, usually from songs or books. Those are always indicated by a reference to the author or songwriter. Anything with no notation is my own.

So. This is my tree falling in the forest.



Friday, August 30, 2002



physics

going
off
stretching out my will at the edges, a widening puddle,
pulled apart to dissapate;
a dissolute
solution,
with no one home here,
a vacancy an unoccupied center;
[nothing worth stayin for, the lack of gravity, no mass];
going off, c'mon, you know
going off to japan, to england, they go off to austin and cyprus and san francisco and
huntington fucking beach,
my intentions scattered,
diffuse all that feeling,
and i can't protest one damn word about it,
'cos we all know
you can't want what you can't have and
the world is round, hence
the law of diffusion:

all things expand
to fill available space.











Thursday, August 08, 2002

observations at a wedding

don't look so
damn sad love
so breakin on yr way,
your silent glazing distant,
catchin up in things
not yr own,
takin pictures everywhere you go,
as if to capture
the things it is
maybe you miss
maybe i miss
seeing you move stiffy distant
yr eyes glazed on other things.
Don't think I don't know you, there, your
sunshine cheap and priceless
holding tight
things won't hold you