Laura Chase is a disaffected poet, controversialist, and raconteur. She deliberately avoids claims of achievement; and her eyes are blue.
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- Stolen CommasJ-P Sertin has too many projects on his hands. This is how he works – and also how he gets nothing done. A charming paradox, no? Well, I suppose it depends on your attitude to paradoxes. In any case, J-P Sertin has come up with another idea, which he thinks is A Good One – and [...]
- Stolen Commas
- an urban animist
- The Urban AnimalI am in the process of re-tagging some of my spiritual posts on my LiveJournal, and I came across this post from January 2009: “Being an urbanimal is about being an animal person in a practical, real-world way. It’s about getting off your backside to make changes in the real world to benefit the animals you [...]
- The Urban Animal
- The Legal Satyricon
- You Sinful Front Huggers Can Go to Hell! You Go to Hell and Die!I’m almost positive this is for real and not parody. The rough riders for Christ part is what kills me. Lawd, I can’t take much more. Posted in misc
- You Sinful Front Huggers Can Go to Hell! You Go to Hell and Die!
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- happy thanksgivingunited in commercialism, divided by personal beliefs, today the country pauses to watch football and stuff itself with turkey and pumpkin pie. this is my first vegetarian thanksgiving, so it’ll be interesting. and i don’t like football. yoga is cancelled today, and the gym closes early. all i’ve got to do is get myself to the [...]
- happy thanksgiving
- Cries in the Night
- Texas Boy and the BedThe morning my living room furniture was to be delivered by the rental store, I sat on my rear porch applying makeup. I was planning to look good for my after-school trip back to the rental furniture store. I had a target. I was going to get that guy who worked there. Was he a manager? [...]
- Texas Boy and the Bed
- Claire Montrose Presents Her Life
- Monumental WoesI tell everyone I meet to read my blog; and then I can’t write dick on it for fear of offending them or tipping them off. Christ. Well, that is okay, a watered-down blog and no real confidantes in my life. I pray that this changes when I am down at the little gallery for 6 weeks. [...]
- Monumental Woes
- Yorkrose1's Blog
- More Confusion in the MazeIt would have been lunacy to say I was nervous about the coming weekend… I wanted to see Brent so much I could barely keep a coherent thought running through my mind. This mindless obsession – how could it be mindless it was all my mind could focus on? Yet this obsession knew no bounds, [...]
- More Confusion in the Maze
- Dr. Bill's Blog
- InterludeWhen trying to find your direction, your proper path, don’t look where you think it ought to be. Look away from there, in some other direction. Often when we just turn our heads another way we see what we are supposed to see in our periphery while doing other things. Dr. Bill
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- Psychotic Thoughts
- A Bitching PostI spent the night with R. It’s odd that that’s something I used to be completely unable to do. I hope this doesn’t turn in to a bitching post but he’s beginning to annoy me more and more. Sex is all about him and he really doesn’t get that I have no interest in it at [...]
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- Coffee Stains and Cigarette Burns
- There’s NothingThere’s nothing to say Though I still write Lost in words That dribble Down my chin Into a stream That puddles On a stained carpet There’s nothing to do Though I still get up Lost in thoughts That float away Into clouds That darken In the last blue sky There’s nothing to keep Though I still save Lost in things Gathering dust Piling up Into […]
- There’s Nothing
- Words we never said…
- …not forgottenIt’s easy to leave love, if you are willing to abandon yourself…
- …not forgotten
- Poetry From The Back Of My Hand
- The Jim Burley Affair- complete versionThe Jim Burley Affair The air is so fresh the day they section Anne that she is almost happy. It feels as though it is raining raw meat as the rain is heavy and squishy and plops, rather than falls down. She is wearing her Sunday best dress, the one that she had worn to church [...]
- The Jim Burley Affair- complete version
- The Little Planet Daily
- Today’s ProverbMan will stand a long time with mouth open waiting for roast duck to fly in. –Chinese proverb Posted in word play Tagged: proverb
- Today’s Proverb
- Calliopes Pen
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- Nickpierce's Blog
- Six and Seven Eighths, pleaseWas reading how this Hindu deity got all his heads. Seems he was a regular fella contemplating mankinds needs and while trying to grasp how to address all of them from one place – KaPop! – his head splits into sections. Problem. A deity sees this predicament and supplies a head for each section. Problem [...]
- Six and Seven Eighths, please
- Musings from the Newly Hatched
- Nov 29 09: Wanted: No NameI have been so blocked on this prompt! Pick a number, make that number the title of your poem, and write a poem. Again I changed the title, and maybe the poem isn’t so number-y either, but I started with the number one. And one is appropriate – one more poem to go. Wanted: One lost and [...]
- Nov 29 09: Wanted: No Name
love the pic, is that you? either way looks fantastic! loving your site
It is I!
Thanks for popping by, Susi. I enjoyed reading your blog this morning also.
Digg the down to earth self-description. I’m also a poet/photographer/almost screen writer
And, like you, I’m also fond of just causes and cuddly creatures — particularly if they’re cephalopods!
such creative people! i love it! i have spurts of creativity hehe but nothing sustaining… wish i was gifted in that way. have a great christmas Domino!!! keep up the great work hugs
You’re a jewel in the rough, Susi Spice. You have a great holiday season. See ya later on.
I like your pictures!
Cool. Thanks Monica.
hey Domino! I linked you on my blogroll
hope you had a great christmas! party time now New Years in coming!! yay!!!
You get out there and cut a rug, Susi.
Monica… your avatar doesn’t link to your Word Press page so I didn’t recognize you right away. You’re the woman who wrote about cutting your hair. I’m putting a link here so other people might read the story.
http://goodmonica.wordpress.com/2008/12/26/natural-hair/
I usually avoid blogs, but yours, I like to visit every day. There is so much of visual and literary interest here to enjoy. Thank you for gracing us with your craft and your vision.
Having been bestowed with the privilege of being one of society’s whipped dogs, it is my duty and an honor to howl, piss and moan.
Hey Domino,
I am a friend of LBW, and I love your comments. If you get a chance, I’d appreciate your feedback on my blog as well. Peace, and keep up the great work!
Bill
Btw, how did you decide on “Domino?” I like it – tough but also comforting in a way. Hard to explain, but it’s great.
I haven’t actually even begun to make up a blogroll yet, Dr. Bill — but I have you bookmarked and will be checking in.
Re: Domino
For years, I’d had dreams with messages I wanted to define.
I wrote a short story exploring their significance. I attended a creative writing workshop for a critique of the draft. My writing was jeered at by a group of bland, bourgeois neophytes.
It was an astrologically significant period. I slept and had a revelatory insight. I finished my story, handed it in, quit college, and started my blog.
DOMINO means “cloaked, hooded, or masked” and also carries the etymological connotation of “power through self-mastery”.
*Shrugs.
hey, domino….how WELL you howl, piss, and moan….25 years ago, sitting in grade nine english class, piercing blue eyes, pale and sickly looking, never a part of the group, nose always in a book, a loner, handing in incredible journals, you always had so much to say….and now you’re a beautiful artist, and i am so damn proud of you!!!
Hahaha! I’m still the same. Just less hung-over. That’s funny and sad.
As always a pleasure, sometimes bitter and sometimes sweet, to look at you here. I mean, not just “read what you wrote,” but really look at you. You are so good at showing.
Thanks Bill.
[...] May 8 tags: Writing, Poetry, creative writing, humor by Pamela Villars A fellow blogger/poet Domino invited me to participate in the Guardian’s Poetry Workshop, which features challenges from [...]
Hey, Blue Eyes. I like your style!
The bland, bourgeois neophytes knew nothing! Nada!
Damn right, Adam. Thank you.
It’s my intention to out-do the alumni.
I am thrilled to have you visit my site – and leave a comment. Thank you – hope to see you there time and again. I will visit yours – such beauty in prose and in photo. I dabble myself – most photos on my site are mine and of me … tricky. Poetry is a gift that I do not have – but you …. *sigh*
Self-portraiture and erotica are poetry.
I … had never thought of that.
I was reading what you were saying on your FAQ about feeling anxious about showing the full range of your creations. I empathize.
If you go to “Categories” at the left-hand bottom of the page, you can choose “Photography” or “Self Portraits” to see more of my photos. You might also enjoy the interview I just did with Gabriela Anaya Valdepena on Wedge of Swans (the RSS Feed on left bottom of page).
Well, I came here to ask a question, Domino, but got distracted when I had to look up “cephalopod” and now I have another question: “Is a jellyfish a cephalopod because someone once called me a jellyhead and I then I considered doing a cartoon series around said creatures if only I had artistic talent… and then I saw that my original question was answered: the source of the name Domino.
Sorry, but every time I see Domino, I hear the Van Morrison song:
Don’t wannna discuss it
Think it’s time for a change
You may get disgusted
Start thinkin’ that I’m strange
In that case I’ll go underground
Get some heavy rest
Never have to worry
About what is worst or what is best
(Get it)
Oh oh Domino (it’s all right)…
Yes. I chose it because, in my dreams, the animals that talk to me are always masked and so am I.
And the word — or name — was repeated to me over and over in that series of dreams I wrote about last year.
I really like your blog.
Thanks Princess. I remember seeing your comment on Saelidy’s page. I read your blog this morning. I sympathize with the things you girls struggle through, and everything you will learn about life yet. I hope you’ll both keep writing.
All I know how to do is write, and so I will keep writing until my mind and my life become dull…
I’m totally confused by your site. I love it. Laura Chase, DOMINO whoever you are, why does my gut churn when I write to you?
Maybe I make you nervous.
Exciting, isn’t it?
Funny, how nervousness and excitement go together, like echoes of each other, if you listen.