For the first time
in your dragonfly’s life, you
are pregnant with words
you do not wish
to bear.
For the first time
you can sing those rare notes
but would rather
eat ashes.
May 26, 2007

by Mia on 2:15 am, May 26, 2007 in writing none spoke

Though she is quick to learn
& admittedly clever,
her natural doubt of herself
should make her so weak
that she dabbles brilliantly
in half a dozen talents
& thus embellishes
but does not change
our life.
Erica Jong, Alcestis on the Poetry Circuit

by Mia on 4:13 am, May 22, 2007 in echoes none spoke

One-night paper on Beauvoir, Calvin, Augustine, freedom, predestination, and more existentialist ethics than I wanted to handle.
I wanted to make it a proper critique (of Beauvoir in terms of Augustine and Calvin; the other way around wouldn’t be as interesting). Unfortunately, considering how little research I could do — and, let’s face it, the […]

by Mia on 7:49 am, May 2, 2007 in academics, writing none spoke

(assorted phrases and ideas for writing and art)
hierarchies of desire
terrible as an army with banners
she struck me with the spears of her eyes
drunk on beauty
sight insatiate
a violin’s song is beautiful because it can cry
what of birds?
a letter becoming a paper bird, and darting away
she thinks: of a boy, and that one terrible moment
of randomness, and […]

by Mia on 6:49 pm, May 1, 2007 in writing (1) spoke