Speaking in the Sentence Fragments of the Seratonin-Depleted
So here I am, testing out this new blog. The Webmistress has introduced me to Wordpress, so of course I wanna see what it’s all about.
However, Full Disclaimer:
On A Near-Daily Basis, People
Who’ve not so much as commented a single blog
“Contact Clint”; “Contact Clint”; “Contact Clint”
(fwd:, fwd:, fwd: from my website)
I can’t help but wonder: have these individuals
even taken the time to read/support a single work of mine
Yet here I am, expected to spend countless hours answering questions
On how to mend a broken heart, exactly
Which kind of bandages do they need
What’s the best brand that’ll make it all better, once
They rub away the sticky residue, everything will be fixed, right?
Right? They’ll get the answer; they’ll get The Happy Life
I’ve only tasted, but some illusion must provide—
Most people get “partly cloudy” and call it a bad day…
Me? I’m all tsunamis and cyclones, melting glaciers and
an ozone layer bruised,
areas burst wide open like
kneecaps French-kissing asphalt
this skin of mine, on a night so loaded
with spine-snap emotions, there’s not enough of me
to contain everything: all of this
RED ALERT
RED ALERT
Authorities urge I’m safer when viewed from afar
Though the awful truth is
I want your calm; I want to pull you in.
(visual art by Glenn Arthur)
*Thing is: I have to “own it”—sure, it’s lachrymose. It’s of the Things Are Very Serious school, the stacks-of-bipolar-poems strewn about. But here’s the deal: it’s not like me to hide what I fear might be mocked. I mean, I view it differently after 7 hours of zzzzs—though that doesn’t change the moment, the cheeks-burning-crimson over what developed, the cadence that’s captured in this emotional Polaroid.
Said another way? I meant it. Not really, but really meant it at the time.
NOTE: Today is September 20, 2008– not July 30th, as posted above.
Obviously, I should check into fixing that…
*hug*
Hey, no need to be ashamed of it.
Thanks for sharing yourself with us, Clint.
I have been in one of those ‘partly cloudy’ moods all day. Lucky for me, it’s not yet gotten to the tsunami stage.
Loving the accompanying artwork. As a matter of fact, I just added Glenn Arthur to my network a few days ago. Such beautiful art, yet so sad all at once. Something I could stare at hour on end though.
I have decided to take an short internet strike, so if you need me, you know my other method of contact. I’m glad I came here today to see your new post before I shut this damp laptop down though.
xo
good god. I just saw my post, I can’t type at all.
.partly cloudy.fourty percent chance of pain.
http://umbrellatoday.com/
.there are no zip codes for where we are and yet i feel the answer may be YES
the date is off on the entry, & incorrect in comments, as well! still, i say: “more, now, again.” More. Now.
AGAIN
Poetry is pieces of you/the broken shards of a heavy mirror into 32,638 pieces glisten/storm brewing/fresh paindrops/sharp invading skin, nude and vulnerable/life’s dullable/feeling gullible. New day/mirrored make-up–real gay/scraps in the trash/pieces of ass–sewn altogether crazy-quilt way—who’s that kid who just came out? Oh yeah, Clay.
Let’s talk meds! And jump on our beds! Like we met the first time, yeah! Let’s do a crime! Wear fashion no-no’s. like knee sox with hose. Put tape on some glasses, write words on our asses. “My Little Pony”& “Chewing Baloney”.
Wear pants for hats and shirts for pants. We’ll get on YOU TUBE! (Especially if I show some stretch-marked boob!) Hope you get sleep and feel a bit better dear Double C.
Walking the dirty and linty carpet—moma-la-tella xo
what can i do to help me with depression and a broken heart…
Nevertheless there will always be a minority who will not get the point you are trying to make….
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Well, hun–you know I done read every ascerbic word dripping with your inimitable cynicism-cataclism; I watched every video–(of course you know I’m really here to check out Jared! But those baggy shorts in a national rag! Oh my! Some one has just GOT to break it to him that they just don’t work–let’s not attract the fashion police!). I’m a beginner at Millennial-speak, not to mench all the RSS and other bad-ass computer geek-speak! Lawdy bawdy boi! You use French, Latin and German all in one blogazoid–all languages I have studied–don’t you get just a leetle-bit weary of how complicated all this mod-elektronica krap is? I am totally with you on the textures of vellum and fine linen stationery , and a rainbow of ink bottles, quills and the scratch across the page–could Jane Austen have written those classics by the tedious tapping of the computer keyboard? Although poor Emily Dickinson could probably have benefitted from a lapbook, stuck in bed like that! But I digress. . .
You–old? Moldy doilies? Gimme a break- I am THE lady upon whom Dickens modeled Miss Haversham! My Marie Antoinette/Hairspray mash up? I borrowed the wig from her personally! (She said to say bon jour, monsieur Clint).
I, too, get into some pretty dark and cobweb-doilied corners–despite meds and shrunken heads (past tense of going to the mind shrink!). If anyone took your precious pout for granted in El-Lay,it was only because they’ve seen one too many plastic surgeon swollen lips leading their owners around with their prominence, like bewildered goldfish in stilletoes! (Emphasis on toes–but that’s another tail, like Paul BUNION).
Your B-log is faboo, dearling –and that ain’t kissing nobody’s ass! I keep my lips firmly implanted with dark chocolate, thankyou! Your logo totally captures your classic “Double C” (is that yourcup size, dear?) signature style!
Well, Clint,you are becoming as C-lestial as the omnibus, and just as omnipresent. Gawd, don’t be apologizing for being human, even if you are “larger-than-life”! Never let them see you sweat, don’t whistle in the dressing room, and never, NEVER apologize! I don’t care if your fly isn’t zipped, just hold your head high and declare a new fashion statement! btw Your hair slashes your face like a razor!
P.S. Pressies mailed today. Happy Holidaze! Luvs, momatella
(I’d adore to be your Melissa Larson, if I weren’t chained to the home of my children’s eccentric childhoods, still playing with my toys, cobwebs and all–)
As I once said to Van Gogh (pronounced like cough, darlings!), “Happy New Ear!” OK, I have to say I want to give you all your due credit and “props”, but this site isn’t as easy to click/comment as it could be. . . and you are one of the most comment-worthy out there!! I try to hit IMDb as mucho as possible; although they are strifing me out with my registration, because they actually want me to verify my new URL with the old one that no longer exists. Another entity actually wants me to email them a photo of myself (as in find same outfit, wig & makeup) holding a sign with my new URL on it!!! How quaint.
I’ve just been reading Simon Doonan–wry and ripe! For those who may not know, he is THE window designer, and has been at Barneys in NY for a while now. He got his first job stateside (he’s a Brit) after he did some ho-hum store’s windows of tuxedoed mannekins standing among trash cans and rats running around with diamond jewelry.
Now that sounds just like something you and Audrey would do! I swear, TV execs are so missing an opportunity! Clint and Audrey’s “Candid Camera”–oh my, my!
My heartling and yours, Jared G., came by to visit moi here in Kaysville, UT–which has all the culture of the Natural History Museum–minus the dead circus. He must have been missing Idaho! It was the delight of my holiday!
Hope your holidays were enjoyable, deadlines notwithstanding.
I must go bathe–it is entirely too truly bohemian around here! Luvs, Momatella