It's a horrible habit that I have--writing stuff on the backs of envelopes. and menus. and magazines.
Anyway, I just found an envelope from who knows when with the following written on it (the 'poem'...if you'd call it that...clearly just a draft of an idea...is horrible, so just ignore how lame it is, but now I can throw this away).
from top to bottom on the envelope:
"Love will consume us only in the measure of our self-surrender."
Elger
Schoenberg
tumultuous
Panic Attack in Slow Motion
Thought: I want to relax--will do tomorrow.
rostrum (?)
Thomas Mann
Schoenberg
Strauss
Mahler
Debussy
"ORANGE DULCE"
Cup
feels like five pound
marshmallow
squishing into loose bottom lip
Contents inside
Liquid -- perfect temperature
for dipping tongue
convinces nose's silia
it's dreamsicle cream
Inside my skull, neurons
dendrites, receptors
are fluffed like goosedown
pillow--snow-white
puffs dissolve into warm blanket
Texture and color like
liquid caramel
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Criterion.com
Godar ?
film
La Dolce Vita
8 1/2
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