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POETRY. It rocks. I posted a video on youtube about my poetry-reading-ambitions , and in that video I linked here (and to the post I just linked to), and now I'm embedding the video here.   Is anyone else reminded of, like, a social networking orgy scene of some sort? But seriously, I'm actually pretty excited about posting my poetry on my youtube. It's something I've kinda wanted to do for a long time, and I guess I finally found the balls to try it. I might even upload something later today or tomorrow. It'll almost certainly be something by someone else and mostly for practice. I'm thinking either Walt Whitman's " From Pent-Up Aching Rivers ", T.S. Eliot's " The Hollow Men ", or shortest of all W.H. Auden's " The Letter ".

Friday, I wrote about how bad April is for me . The last couple of days have, in their moments, continued to remind me why. Partly, it's a mean game I play with/on myself. Slight obsessiveness mixed with loneliness and indecisiveness. I've had an especially hard time shaking it this week. Like, there's this one guy I've known for a long, long time. And really liked him pretty much all along, too. Not just because he's oh-so-fuckable but out of legit respect for his mind and personality and so on. I think he's just awesome, but I don't know if he even knows I'm "here". You know, like that . I mean, I imagine he must know I like him. ...right? But it's like he looks right through me half the time--or is he just playing really really coy with me? Other times...he seems almost annoyed with me. But maybe he's busy. And what about those times he seems to set aside other goings on to talk to me? Can you tell I think about this way to...

Earlier, I transcribed a draft of a poem on my litty blog extolling the reasons and ways I hate April. Probably, or eventually at least, less pretentiously/tritely than that sounded. Regardless, here's a bit of a conversation/rant I had that explains my loathing of April as "The Cruellest Month": (04/01/2011 08:01:51 AM) unwitting friend: why april? (04/01/2011 08:09:10 AM) Palmer: as i just quoted on mah twitter... (04/01/2011 08:09:53 AM) Palmer: "April is the cruellest month, breeding/Lilacs out of the deadland, Mixing/Memory and desire, stirring/Dull roots with spring rain." (04/01/2011 08:10:34 AM) Palmer: it's when people's hormones get reawakened, all those lovely flowers and cherry blossoms start coming back, and everyone wants to go out into the world and display their coupling might (04/01/2011 08:11:17 AM) Palmer: and on other days it's rainy and dreary, giving me time to remember & sulk about how, unlike everyone else...