We wake up and type words into blank spaces hoping that they latch on somewhere. Like filament from a spider. Before this, we kept our words mostly to ourselves. Or tucked them away under our pillows in books with zippers and locks. It was a world in which only the privileged were allowed to be spiders. The dawning of a new day. *** Jim Mitchem
If you knew you had an hour to live, I bet you wouldn’t waste a second. And yet in daily life, we waste so much time on stupid shit. Like watching television. And reading. And eating. And masturbation. And smoking. And commuting. And chasing money. Maybe it’s just me. I tend to get caught up in the idea of being as productive as possible in every waking moment. Every action, efficient purpose. Vacuuming. Checking email. Balancing the virtual checkbook. Helping…
when I dropped her off for soccer practice, she smacked me on the lips and banged into my tender nose. causing a little blood to appear. i said goodbye. told her not to cry. and then drove home through the cool, gray mist of an autumn afternoon. with the windows down. Jim Mitchem. I’m seeking the poetry of insignificant moments.
12 OCTOBER UPDATE: After several unanswered emails, and tweets that have fallen on deaf ears, it’s clear to me that Best Buy has given up on my appeal for them to help me deal with my local store regarding the fact that their stereo installation has ruined the electrical system of my car. I knew that Best Buy was in serious trouble as a company, but had no idea there was this level of fragmentation between their fairly responsive social…
I woke up at 4 am today. Didn’t intend to. But that’s what happens when your work is so important that you stress out over your ability to make ends meet and keep a roof over your family’s head. And you lay in bed staring at the dark ceiling wondering whether it’s all just a great lie. A dangling carrot on a movie screen as you run along a treadmill; clean-shaven and committed to making a dollar. The rich must…
I want one of those kick ass memory foam mattresses for a king-sized bed with mosquito netting where my whole family, including my dogs, can hang out on Sunday mornings and talk and laugh and wrestle before we walk outside to gather eggs from the chickens and fish from the sea and bananas from the trees for a healthy breakfast in advance of taking my pen down to the beach to write love letters to the world placing them in…
