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Free Flight

Nothing fills me up at night I fall asleep for one or two hours then up again my gut alarms I must arise and wandering into the refrigerator think about evaporated milk homemade vanilla ice cream cherry pie hot from the oven with Something Like Vermont Cheddar Cheese disintegrating luscious on the top while mildly I devour almonds and raisins mixed to mathematical criteria or celery or my very own sweet and sour snack composed of brie peanut butter honey and a minuscule slice of party size salami on a single whole wheat cracker no salt added or I read Cesar Vallejo/Gabriela Mistral/last year’s complete anthology or I might begin another list of things to do that starts with toilet paper and I notice that I never jot down fresh strawberry shortcake: never even though fresh strawberry shortcake shoots down raisins and almost 6 to nothing effortlessly effortlessly is this poem on my list? light bulbs lemons envelopes ballpoint refill post office and zucchini oranges no it’s not I guess that means I just forgot walking my dog around the block leads to a space in my mind where during the newspaper strike questions sizzle through suddenly like Is there an earthquake down in Ecuador? Did a TWA supersaver flight to San Francisco land in Philadelphia instead or whatever happened to human rights in Washington D.C.? Or what about downward stabilization of the consumer price index and I was in this school P.S. Tum-Ta-Tum and time came from me to leave but No! I couldn’t leave: The Rule was anybody leaving the premises without having taught somebody something valuable would be henceforth proscribed from the premises would be forever null and void/dull and vilified well I had stood in front of 40 to 50 students running my mouth and I had been generous with deceitful smiles/soft- spoken and pseudo-gentile wiles if and when forced into discourse amongst such adults as constitutes the regular treacheries of On The Job Behavior ON THE JOB BEHAVIOR is this poem on that list polish shoes file nails coordinate tops and bottoms lipstick control no screaming I’m bored because this is whoring away the hours of god’s creation pay attention to your eyes your hands the twilight sky in the institutional big windows no I did not presume I was not so bold as to put this poem on that list then at the end of the class this boy gives me Mahler’s 9th symphony the double album listen to it let it seep into you he says transcendental love he says I think naw I been angry all day long/nobody did the assignment I am not prepared I am not prepared for so much grace the catapulting music of surprise that makes me hideaway my face nothing fills me up at night yesterday the houseguest left a brown towel in the bathroom for tonight I set a blue one and an off-white washcloth seriously I don’t need no houseguest I don’t need no towels/lovers I just need a dog

Maybe I’m kidding

Maybe I need a woman a woman be so well you know so wifelike so more or less motherly so listening so much the universal skin you love to touch and who the closer she gets to you the better she looks to me/somebody say yes and make me laugh and tell me she know she been there she spit bullets at my enemies she say you need to sail around Alaska fuck it all try this new cerebral tea and take a long bath

Maybe I need a man a man be so well you know so manly so lifelike so more or less virile so sure so much the deep voice of opinion and the shoulders like a window seat and cheeks so closely shaven by a twin-edged razor blade no oily hair and no dandruff besides/ somebody say yes and make me laugh and tell me he know he been there he spit bullets at my enemies he say you need to sail around Alaska fuck it all and take a long bath

lah-ti-dah and lah-ti-dum what’s this socialized obsession with the bathtub

Maybe I just need to love myself myself (anyhow I’m more familiar with the subject) Maybe when my cousin tells me you remind me of a woman past her prime maybe I need to hustle my cousin into a hammerlock position and make her cry out uncle and I’m sorry Maybe when I feel this horrible inclination to kiss folks I despise because the party’s like that an occasion to be kissing people you despise maybe I should tell them kindly kiss my

Maybe when I wake up in the middle of the night I should go downstairs dump the refrigerator contents on the floor and stand there in the middle of the spilled milk and the wasted butter spread beneath my dirty feet writing poems writing poems maybe I just need to love myself myself and anyway I’m working on it

- June Jordan

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“Free Flight” by June Jordan

Nothing fills me up at night

I fall asleep for one or two hours then

up against my gut

alarms

I must arise

and wandering into the refrigerator

think about evaporated milk homemade vanilla ice cream

cherry pie hot from the oven with Something Like Vermont

Cheddar Cheese disintegrating luscious

on the top while

mildly

I devour almonds and raisins mixed to mathematical

criteria or celery or my very own sweet and sour snack

composed of brie peanut butter honey and

a minuscule slice of party size salami

on a single whole wheat cracker no salt added

Or I read Cesar Vallejo/Gabriela Mistral/last year’s

complete anthology or

I might begin another list of things to do

that starts with toilet paper and

I notice that I never jot down fresh

strawberry shortcake: never

even though fresh strawberry shortcake shoots down

raisins and almonds 6 to nothing

effortlessly

effortlessly

is this poem on my list?

light bulbs lemons envelopes ballpoint refill

post office and zucchini

oranges no

it’s not

I guess that means I just forgot

walking my dog around the block leads

to a space in my mind where

during the newspaper strike questions

sizzle through suddenly like

Is there an earthquake down in Ecuador?

Did a T.W.A. supersaver flight to San Francisco

land in Philadelphia instead

Or

whatever happened to human rights

in Washington D.C.? Or what about downward destabilization

of the consumer price index

and I was in this school P.S. Tum-Ta-Tum and time came

for me to leave but

No! I couldn’t leave: The Rule was anybody leaving

the premises without having taught somebody something

valuable would be henceforth proscribed from the

premises would be forever null and void/dull and

vilified well

I had stood in front of 40 or 50 students running my

mouth and I had been generous with deceitful smiles/soft-

spoken and pseudo-gentle wiles if and when forced

into discourse amongst such adults as constitutes

the regular treacheries of On The Job Behavior

ON THE JOB BEHAVIOR

is this poem on that list

polish shoes file nails coordinate tops and bottoms

lipstick control no

screaming I’m bored because

this is whoring away the hours of god’s creation

pay attention to your eyes your hands the twilight

sky in the institutional big windows

no

I did not presume I was not so bold as to put this

poem on that list

then at the end of the class this boy gives me Mahler’s 9th

symphony the double album listen

to it let it seep into you he

says transcendental love

he says

I think naw

I been angry all day long/nobody did the assignment

I am not prepared

I am not prepared for so much grace

the catapulting music of surprise that makes me

hideaway my face

nothing fills me up at night

yesterday the houseguest left a brown

towel in the bathroom for tonight

I set out a blue one and

an off-white washcloth seriously

I don’t need no houseguest

I don’t need no towels/lovers

I just need a dog

Maybe I’m kidding

Maybe I need a woman

a woman be so well you know so wifelike

so more or less motherly so listening so much

the universal skin you love to touch and who the

closer she gets to you the better she looks to me/somebody

say yes and make me laugh and tell me she know she

been there she spit bullets at my enemies she say you

need to sail around Alaska fuck it all try this new

cerebral tea and take a long bath

Maybe I need a man

a man be so well you know so manly so lifelike

so more or less virile so sure so much the deep

voice of opinion and the shoulders like a window

seat and cheeks so closely shaven by a twin-edged

razor blade no oily hair and no dandruff besides/

somebody say yes and make

me laugh and tell me he know he been there he spit

bullets at my enemies he say you need to sail around

Alaska fuck it all and take a long bath

la-ti-dah and lah-ti-dum

what’s this socialized obsession with the bathtub

Maybe I just need to love myself myself

(anyhow I’m more familiar with the subject)

Maybe when my cousin tells me you remind me

of a woman past her prime maybe I need

to hustle my cousin into a hammerlock

position make her cry out uncle and

I’m sorry

Maybe when I feel this horrible

inclination to kiss folks I despise

because the party’s like that

an occasion to be kissing people

you despise maybe I should tell them kindly

kiss my

Maybe when I wake up in the middle of the night

I should go downstairs

dump the refrigerator contents on the floor

and stand there in the middle of the spilled milk

and the wasted butter spread beneath my dirty feet

writing poems

writing poems

maybe I just need to love myself myself and

anyway

I’m working on it

[2libras]

Free Flight

Nothing fills me up at night I fall asleep for one or two hours then  up against my gut alarms I must arise and wandering into the refrigerator think about evaporated milk homemade vanilla ice cream cherry pie hot from the oven with Something Like Vermont Cheddar Cheese disintegrating luscious on the top while mildly I devour almonds and raisins mixed to mathematical criteria or celery or my very own sweet and sour snack composed of brie peanut butter honey and a minuscule slice of party size salami on a single whole wheat cracker no salt added Or I read Cesar Vallejo/Gabriela Mistral/last year’s complete anthology or I might begin another list of things to do that starts with toilet paper and I notice that I never jot down fresh strawberry shortcake: never even though fresh strawberry shortcake shoots down raisins and almonds 6 to nothing effortlessly effortlessly is this poem on my list? light bulbs lemons envelopes ballpoint refill post office and zucchini oranges no it’s not I guess that means I just forgot walking my dog around the block leads to a space in my mind where during the newspaper strike questions sizzle through suddenly like Is there an earthquake down in Ecuador? Did a T.W.A. supersaver flight to San Francisco land in Philadelphia instead Or whatever happened to human rights in Washington D.C.? Or what about downward destabilization of the consumer price index and I was in this school P.S. Tum-Ta-Tum and time came for me to leave but No! I couldn’t leave: The Rule was anybody leaving the premises without having taught somebody something valuable would be henceforth proscribed from the premises would be forever null and void/dull and vilified well I had stood in front of 40 or 50 students running my mouth and I had been generous with deceitful smiles/soft- spoken and pseudo-gentle wiles if and when forced into discourse amongst such adults as constitutes the regular treacheries of On The Job Behavior ON THE JOB BEHAVIOR is this poem on that list polish shoes file nails coordinate tops and bottoms lipstick control no screaming I’m bored because this is whoring away the hours of god’s creation pay attention to your eyes your hands the twilight sky in the institutional big windows no I did not presume I was not so bold as to put this poem on that list then at the end of the class this boy gives me Mahler’s 9th symphony the double album listen to it let it seep into you he says transcendental love he says I think naw I been angry all day long/nobody did the assignment I am not prepared I am not prepared for so much grace the catapulting music of surprise that makes me hideaway my face nothing fills me up at night yesterday the houseguest left a brown towel in the bathroom for tonight I set out a blue one and an off-white washcloth seriously I don’t need no houseguest I don’t need no towels/lovers I just need a dog

Maybe I’m kidding

Maybe I need a woman a woman be so well you know so wifelike so more or less motherly so listening so much the universal skin you love to touch and who the closer she gets to you the better she looks to me/somebody say yes and make me laugh and tell me she know she been there she spit bullets at my enemies she say you need to sail around Alaska fuck it all try this new cerebral tea and take a long bath

Maybe I need a man a man be so well you know so manly so lifelike so more or less virile so sure so much the deep voice of opinion and the shoulders like a window seat and cheeks so closely shaven by a twin-edged razor blade no oily hair and no dandruff besides/ somebody say yes and make me laugh and tell me he know he been there he spit bullets at my enemies he say you need to sail around Alaska fuck it all and take a long bath

la-ti-dah and lah-ti-dum what’s this socialized obsession with the bathtub

Maybe I just need to love myself myself (anyhow I’m more familiar with the subject) Maybe when my cousin tells me you remind me of a woman past her prime maybe I need to hustle my cousin into a hammerlock position make her cry out uncle and I’m sorry Maybe when I feel this horrible inclination to kiss folks I despise because the party’s like that an occasion to be kissing people you despise maybe I should tell them kindly kiss my

Maybe when I wake up in the middle of the night I should go downstairs dump the refrigerator contents on the floor and stand there in the middle of the spilled milk and the wasted butter spread beneath my dirty feet writing poems writing poems maybe I just need to love myself myself and anyway I’m working on it

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Nicknames: Errn, Shadow, or Dirt Child

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Fav Bands: NEEDTOBREATHE, big bad voodoo daddy, Mumford and sons, anything that sounds like gothic western

Fav solo artists: Woodkid, and um....that's all I got

Song stuck in my head: Loch Lomond by Peter Hollens

Last Movie I Saw: Anna and the King

Last Show I watched: It was either Brooklyn Nine Nine, or Gonül. Cant remember

When did I create my blog: oh gosh I dont know my senior year on high school? So 16 or 17

What do I post on this blog: Everything. I dont know just whatever I like

Last thing I googled: Tuberculosis periosteal lesions

Do I have any other blogs: Naw

Do I get asks?: Also no. Wouldn't mind them however

Why did I choose my URL: I'm an archaeology student and a saxophone player and I thought it was funny. It used to be i-mightlikesax

Following: 59

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Average hours of sleep: 4

Lucky number: 11

Instruments: saxophone, trumpet, trombone, percussion, piano, clarinet, bagpipes

What am I wearing: dark Jean, green tshirt, red flannel. Also shark socks

Dream job: field archaeologist till I'm to decrepit, then a collections specialist for a museum

Dream trip: first hit Mexico and see tulum and other ruins, then head on down to Honduras for some olmec and Aztec sites, bebop my way on down to Ecuador for the Inca, then sail to Easter island. Little break, then back into Mexico for some purepecha sites.

Fav food: Give me them sweet sweet peaches

Last book I read: well I just busted through The Visitant (an anasazi mystery) for class, but for pleasure I read one of the dragonlance series

Fav song: Its never the same but right now it Young Men Dead by The Black Angels

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Damn already ? Fucc you at ? Ecuador It's still cold up here smh

Hell naw yo, hot ass Florida. But ayyee the sundresses starting to come out

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Pueblos aislados del Amazonas: Ecuador firmó acuerdo para protegerlos

Pueblos aislados del Amazonas: Ecuador firmó acuerdo para protegerlos

El Ministerio de Justicia de Ecuador informó que el Gobierno  Nacional firmó un acuerdo con los puelos aislados del Amazonas, específicamente con la etnia indígena waorani, para respetar y proteger los derechos de los pueblos tagaeri y taromenane.

Al respecto, la ministra de Justicia, Rosana Alvarado, y el presidente de la Nacionalidad Waorani de Ecuador (NAWE), Wilson Ima,suscribieron el…

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