1. Moving

    Retiring this tumblr mostly because I’ve come to dislike the name, which happens to also be that of a mobile phone accessory company. I’ll be posting further at http://flarfer.tumblr.com and tweeting at http://twitter.com/flarfer as I have since 2011. Here are 2 poems that Metazen published on the 4th of July: http://www.metazen.ca/?p=13214

     

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  4. door

    even I get happy sometimes
    I just can’t help myself

    I will see you to the door now

    feel free to come back
    when I am sad again

     


  5. Nutella

    Every nutella jar contains a brown death paste
    eat it alone, always
    eat it to feel less alone
    but still, you’re alone

     

  6. Hypothesis

     


  7. Don’t worry
    your sadness isn’t going anywhere
    you can come back to it later
    let’s just be alright for a while
    — Crispin Best (via sarahjeanalex)

    (Source: holapolabola, via sarahjeanalex)

     


  8. Seppuku

    seppuku seems interesting to me
    it would be preferable to dying in a plane crash
    it would be preferable to subsisting on an unlimited supply of coke zero
    it would be interesting
    to read the facebook posts about my courage in the face of
    an unlimited supply of boredom, which I resisted
    the gruesome photos of my corpse come to ‘overpower’ tumblr
    in disembowling myself I have disembowled the internet
    Yahoo! is thwarted in its evil plans
    seppuku: a strategy for living

     


  9. Getting Ready For Bed

    cunny4:

    I wake up and its Monday
    I go to sleep and its Tuesday
    A kiss goodnight can be a kiss goodbye
    Its Tuesday and I want to die

    Bunny Rogers

     

  10. seemstween:

    I have 3 poems on Hobart

    Gabby Bess (aka Gabby Gabby), one of the very best alt lit poets.

    (Source: seemstween)

     

  11. sarahjeanalex:

    I am going to lean over and touch my mouth to your knee caps / I am going to rest my cold cheek on the warmth of your stomach / I am going to mix our hairs together / Light and dark, light and dark / until we are unable to pull apart / Wake up and kiss me you beautiful idiot

    Sarah Jean Alexander

    (via popserial)

     


  12. Thinking about ‘doing philosophy’ again.

    How to do philosophy?

    What did philosophy do to/for me?

    Do me, philosophy.

    Philosophy.

     


  13. The Underman

    This is an almost-poem
    the best I can manage
    from my undisclosed location

    My body has been stuffed inside
    a time capsule

    I am live tweeting something
    I can’t remember

    Love your idea of me
    (it’s what you know best)
    Love my facsimile
    (it’s only a test)

    I shall remain here
    mind under body
    gray like a half-man

    But blink and I’ll yet come alive
    if only for an hour
    (if only you could find me)

    And with that, I leave you
    smiling, always smiling

     

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