new reads

all over coffee


[buy cheaper directly from city lights.]

and

feeble attempts

cell phone

is out of order at the moment.

12.30.07: and now is back.

happy new year!

Two Stripes

Two Stripes Were Minding Their Business…
and then a plaid accident.


our likelihoods crossed paths and
I tucked
tucked
tucked
and rolled
and when I arose tot tot
tot tot
frogs bit against the pink
tin bottoms of rabbits
and a chorus of harps laid loose
and laid claim
the frogs blossomed and their petals clapped
clap clap clap
and I snip
cut a ringlet from my dangling hangling
curls
to barter for a high five bam and I said ‘yeah’
with excitement and was so excited
snap snap
clip clip
yay yay
but all the baby whua whua blue in the high sky
got mad and all started whining whining whining sprink whine sprinkling and they seemed oh so sad oh so sad with an !
pop
and they clumped together, all the baby blues, and their mothers above them in the sky
shook their scarlet fingers in shame
while the frogs finished their tin snacks
and the sun began to shine.

© 2007, Jared Linzmeier

christmas eve

was wine and cheese.



monica--->joshua--->pablo.

more photos on ryan's flickr.

first holiday season in l.a.

is/was sh-amazing. i feel very fortunate. and new year's yet to come...

-jared

christopalypse

decks shifting

Decks Shifting



You understand what I mean when I say
wow that went fast
you know what I’m intending to be
when we hug

so these, and other things, make me a poet.

Where I come from it’s cold and hot and seasons rub fiercely
and sledding is a thing that’s essential
and I spent nights with snow stinging my face
holding my mom’s waist down the hill in our front yard
I shot arrows in the fall and slipped on ice in the spring
and have loved and still am loving

and now I live in L.A.
and I am still loving

There’ve been coffee
and cigarettes and asthma doesn’t appreciate that
but someone does.
I’ve alluded to problems with alcohol
and have had the privilege of
turmoil in the country
and words baffling me
and measley divorce.

Jumping thoughts and, simply, attempts at simplifying and capturing scenes.

I live in a world where honor is present.
There is honor
humor
in the ways of things.
and a piece of lint
in my beard

My fancy is windows down
and lines that strike
like ‘this is a hard, stolen land’

I have a threaded history of pine needles
and bee stings and roasted chipmunks
it’s the truth
and am capable of
not thinking
before acting
tickling
My shaking hands can’t stop
and my family…
stitching the two together
after wearing them apart.

and I’m sometimes a branded man
and othertimes squinting with so much day in my eyes.

© 2007, Jared Linzmeier

creative commons and copyright business

This work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License.


maybe it's unfounded, but lately i've been thinking about how to protect my poems from redistribution, theft/borrowing, etc... anyone know more about the pros and cons of using a creative commons license for my work?

any other advice than applying a "© 2007, Jared Linzmeier" to my stuff?

good news for a friday

margins mag out of philadelphia has decided to publish my poem "spoke cards" in their premier issue. i believe it's scheduled for release in the spring.

bad things come in...

yesterday:
-got a $50 parking ticket for street cleaning right in front of my house.

tonight:
-forgot my cell phone at work.
-road 6 miles home in the rain and realized the above bad thing about 2/3 the way.

so that's 3, eh? doesn't stop me from being cold and wet and incapable of sleeping right now. hmm.. i just found my phone so things are already looking up!

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oh well.. maybe this celebration of my bday [which is technically on the 10th]

will help things brighten up a bit. come out if you can! thanks for the flyer, tattiya.

also on a up and up note, i've been training pretty heavily at intelligentsia the past few weeks. i'm now pulling shots consistently and working on pouring hearts and rosettas and also have cupped coffees a few times [which i'll write more about soon] and overall learning tons about all realms of coffee. it's really been a quite insightful past month or so. me sniffing in on some wet aroma at the intelligentsia roasting works: check my coworker ryan's blog for more coffee-geek-relatedness, pictures and more, and also tony's blog and pics.

inside today

This poppiness is pop pop and jump jump… but anyhow it was nice playing Scrabble last night and I’m thinking not thinking being happy and jittering around the house and then I grabbed my nutshell and spent some time inside it remembering today through the thrills of last year and taking steps back to appreciate and throwing little pebbles across arboretums across time zones and across images of hugs.

a draft for a poem about poetry

It isn’t a race
it isn’t a struggle
for words out there
it isn’t saying it
before someone else
and it needn’t be rushed
or explosions
like sifting through the madness for the word, the line, the way no
no it can be keeping the music
from going away
and ensuring hums
and looks and insurance
to cover foreign nights
it needn’t be laziness
or relying on ambiguity
or hearts going out
and it needn’t be a song
and it isn’t wishing to be heard (is it?)
and it sure is easy to make it more than it is
and it isn’t pressing buttons (yes it is)
and it is a source for embellishment
and beauty but not envy
and an aid for finding smiles when stumbling along.

winter is a here

damn, it's bad out. too icy, too wet, too cold...so i'm gonna cry about it. i've lived in the midwest for 24 years and i still can't get used to it. i did enjoy shoveling today, reminded me of home.

it's funny, i listen to my playlist and i just think of how all these songs remind me of summer. makes me miss it. i guess the reason why i'm so jaded is that i finally have a plan. unfortunately it won't come to full bloom until around may.

my time to leave is way overdue. madison, thank you but i need to leave. LA, i hope you're nice to me.