• janepaulette commented on the post, compass 6 years, 4 months ago

    a compass should always be old and worn and slightly wrong
    in a wooden box kept in corduroy pockets
    with a dusty smell of matches and the necessary presence of its owner who can discern and interpret its eccentricities
    a compass should be a thing that doesn’t work for anyone but you

  • janepaulette commented on the post, knows 6 years, 5 months ago

    how can we know anything
    i remember learning the words to do with knowing and the different ways of learning
    by experience
    by fact
    dividing philosophical debate when really i guess its a great melange of the sensual

  • janepaulette commented on the post, due 6 years, 5 months ago

    we were due
    the great fate
    always due and always late
    lying like dew intermittently between sun and rain
    always due but never arriving
    a constant arrival or never arrival
    duly
    due
    undue

  • i am determined to be determined about my determined future
    i get tired of trying to be determined. determination (termination being the optimum composite) is more appealing to me
    i wish it was a purchasable commodity

  • janepaulette commented on the post, methods 6 years, 5 months ago

    methods of madness methods of stirring
    a mortal and pestle is a method
    it makes me think of serious old white men who studied law and medicine with guts and dust spilling over their books. old methods

  • janepaulette commented on the post, marble 7 years, 5 months ago

    what is contained in a marble? it’s a little excretion of a lie – something that looks beautiful and intangible but is a shitty smudge of colour in sham-glass. I don’t know why so many generations of children have cried over them, or old people despaired for losing theirs…

  • janepaulette commented on the post, horses 7 years, 5 months ago

    My grandmother used to spend hours as a child practising drawing horses. She adored them. She showed me an old bound book that taught her how: she would build up from bone to sinew and then finally add their soft coats. I think she liked horses more than people, which is understandable considering her upbringing. […]

  • janepaulette commented on the post, study 7 years, 6 months ago

    my grandfather’s study was under the old wooden staircase, tucked beneath the dusty balustrades. It was always kept locked and filled with a myriad precious things, things that made no sense and were endlessly mysterious to a 5 year old.

  • something I haven’t heard in a while from myself. sounds too distant and false, shuts up when you imagine the horrific mouth contortions. animals don’t need to laugh. did they escape it via evolution or did we create it ourselves?

  • janepaulette commented on the post, flare 7 years, 6 months ago

    oh the flare of the night
    the city below
    a thousand tiny flame particles moving around, orbiting the black mass we are perched so precariously on
    the flare of the scape is too far from us, it divides us still.

  • janepaulette commented on the post, hearts 7 years, 6 months ago

    two bodies one heart.
    i can’t believe that will ever be the case, metaphorically or otherwise.
    hearts suspended in liquid in jars, nervous fibres pressed against the glass, oozing, stinking and decomposing. You brush away the flies where they congregate in great pools.

  • the orchestra is a man who conducts things from his pulpit. the jagged edges of instruments collide with limbs and sensuate: bow to elbow.
    the orchestra is restless in anticipation, fingers poised, trembling.

  • janepaulette commented on the post, icicle 7 years, 6 months ago

    tall glass of water, like a woman. monster from star wars, i am dangling upside down while i try to escape deep in a cave in italy we take boats through the underground crevices as you hang between your stalactite and stalagmite neighbours how long will you last when will you melt and cease to […]

  • janepaulette commented on the post, whiskey 8 years, 1 month ago

    whiskey is the name of a windowsill that you sit on to remember your youth. drown in the peat clarity of the glass, why is that woman drinking whiskey? because she is a woman true. not a man’s drink ever, whiskey is a feminist.