tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79136799986432181602011-11-27T19:03:23.845-05:00A place for things/ideas that mean a lot to me, and maybe to you as well.Jennifer E. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001685449577327162noreply@blogger.comBlogger891100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913679998643218160.post-40495461146447554602011-09-12T17:32:00.002-04:002011-09-12T17:37:21.732-04:00

My Love,You know I'm tiredof all the shit you gave meTo work on, once you failed meYou changed my definitionsof the most important things in lifeThey're all miserable and angry nowThey attack me out of your spiteCue the part where you want to touch meand I pull away because you disgust meStop calling me naiveI'm getting on your nervesYou're getting on your knees

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wakka wakka!todays definitely a more positive day. i go through cycles of listening to the national a lot and not wanting to listen to them at all. i was happy that while working out today, all i wanted to do was listen to the national. it was golden.things are still stressful over here but im doing all i can to avoid the stress, or reduce it! drinking would help but i dont want to do that...ha.

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i want things that are impossible to have, it seems.tired of feeling so, unbelievably irrational.it sucks that i was relentlessly fucked over as a kid. it makes me not trust anyone. good, or bad. its all a blob of boring and frustrating shit that i can only hope will take me to whatevers next.

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waking up in a car wreckflames abound, your scent surroundingbut your absence, very clearyou left me there to get out alonethe mission successful, me feeling badabout praying to a god who i didnt think existeda stew of puddles of sweat and tears on my face,with each move, my body ached as i twistedand now i am here.i do not remember what love isnor do i necessarily believe in itlust pushes

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i wont let my brain go theretheres not enough that has happened,i am not fixedi dont even know youyou trigger a memoryof a painful scene played out by mein a play i envisioned when i was without hetouring and flirting the hipster breezemy thoughts became urgent, desperate indeedmy heart bubbling with fury, no smoking, pleaseno, this game of chess is boringso i will bundle myself up and impedethe

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ugggggghi want to say so much but i dont even know where to start.a head full of thoughts!just got back from a show/dance night thing where my friends DJed. was fun but weird because it brought back some strange memories that made me feel vulnerable.kinda stressed financially right now...learned of a big slip-up of my boss' and i cant do anything about it. going to affect my fundsssss.so glad

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thurssssday night.tomorrow i am taking a group of students to the nearby town, BAUTZEN.i want to be sitting here with a glass of wine, writing this...it was a long daaaaay so i deserve some wine! but no no no. but no wine because i am drinking less now. drinking less, eating less, working out more. getting out of my breakup slump, FINALLY!!!! wooooof. i was already out of it mentally, but not

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calling me to your dreams asking me to join you in sweden its impolite to impose like you do, asking me to come back like that without reason i took the long way home each morning from east boston, grieving holding hands together in bed at night your mind was somewhere else while you were sleeping you said you found the prize but we didnt even look each other in the eyes it was too late to take

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I function better at night. I feel more comfortable, and things are easier, especially here in Dresden. It's been a long day today and it's sticky out. I'm eager for the sun to go down so I can go on a nighttime run and get outside of my head. Last semester is starting to make more sense to me. I got really down because of things with Holden, but I think my environment played a major part of my

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From Disney to Pennsylvania to Dresden Riding back from the Harrisburg airport to State College. My mom, driving, Chris, in the passenger seat. Me in the back with all of my things. My gifts for my friends at Beatpol. I’m listening to Sufjan Steven’s “All Delighted People” EP. Disney was wonderfully strange. It was an up and down week of family affairs and amusement park rides that were built

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Your bones don't fit rightNeither does your mouthYour body's too tightYour thoughts are inside-outIt's too trying to try to describeThe complications of this new "love" , arrived?Just that none of it fits what I wantSo I erase, dropping the fake, fancy fontsI was used, I sayAnd I used, and I was fuckedI'm still fucked dry, but proudSo what does that allow?It allows less in general,And so much

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Change of toneWhen did this one go?Did you wipe yourselfof all the sins my father left you?Were you baptizedand simply made anew?How did you?It doesn't matterI don't careI left my feelingsover thereThey won't feel for youanymoreYou've hurt my brother,You've killed his warChange of toneHow did you?

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And his graveI imagined it, and replicated itIn my dreamsBecause I was too ashamedTo ever go there, as I wasJust as ashamed to have left him,Lost of love (lots of love?)Picked up in a pewter pondBestowed my gift of silverand she wept tears of songAnd sorrow.I saw your name on the graniteYour picture, carved in it, tooI tried to speak, tell you thingsBut found myself lost in all of youSo I buried

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Took a highway to the mouseSpent a week back at our houseSpent two years wondering how long it would take to get you backYou, I turned your red wine blackLied to you, then got fucked right backFamily has changed its definitionOf the color and lack of loveThings, now fullSmoking, puffing rings into dovesWhose feathers burn and lightUp, a brilliant shade of grayI know I lied to youBut how did I lie

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So! I wanted to come back here and use this for personal writing again! I needed an outlet. I was in a fucked-up relationship that lasted two years and I was pretty emotionally dead after it, but I have now healed after about six months and I'm back to the grind! It's so nice to be motivated and excited about life again. I never thought the loss of love (or what I thought was love) could shake me

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ive never been this hurt by love before. its depressing and sick and surprising. i want to write it all down, but i dont feel like that would accomplish anything and i dont think id be able to articulate my thoughts correctly, anyway. just, so, so, so disappointed. SO disappointed.

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I wrote this on the way to Dresden in the Frankfurt airport at 6:00 AM 1/25/11, German time. My current thoughts follow afterward: I feel thoroughly ungrateful and surprised as I’m saying all of this— but I’m so enervated from Germany. The time I was back in the US for a month, I saw opportunities in friendships, jobs, familial relationships, new places…I don’t know. Although there were a few

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It's very cold here. I've been dealing by sleeping a lot and cuddling with a stuffed bear. The bear now has a hole next to his eye--I think I'm not a gentle enough cuddler.Beatpol (beatpol.de) was fun tonight, even though my mood was off. It was one of my boss's birthdays and the band Caspian (from Mass!) played. Everyone was happy and friendly. Caspian rocked...it was good. I needed it.Everyone

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Blogs are stupid.The band Caspian is good.http://www.myspace.com/caspiantheband

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Currently listening to: My Brightest DiamondSince last night, I've had major pain in my tummy area! Cramping, ow ow! Dono why. It doesn't usually happen to me! Grrrrrrr grrrrrrrrr.I'm at Starbucks now on Prager Strasse in downtown Dresden. They are closing now. But I don't care. I'm staying til they kick me out! I worked at Starbucks for three years and I've earned my right to be annoying like

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Knew you as someone else in another time of your lifeYou were seven, I was fiveWe threw punchesat bird's nests, bee's hivesHiding to escape the older siblingwho foughtwith more than just his eyesThere was nothing wrong with youOr your affinity for vaselineOr your distaste for sunscreen(Or) You(r) burned your back in Ocean CityI'm sorry the tide dragged you outinto a rougher part of the water than

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One time, I don't remember when or how the conversation unfolded, Trevor told me he liked the song "Warning Sign" by Coldplay and he began to sing the song to me. This was years ago when Coldplay was better. Trevor and I liked Coldplay a lot.He was my best "male" friend from middle school to high school, and into college. He moved to Florida when I was in high school though, so it was hard to

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SO, the first snow in Dresden "fell" this week. Pretty gorgeous, but no accumulation. The clouds decided they could outdo themselves though, and hit Dresden hard last night! The snowfall continued into the morning and afternoon...very slippery!According to locals, the city of Dresden doesn't have enough money to provide snow cleanup for most of the city, so many people are left working from home

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Listening to: Wolfgang MuellerHad a lot of weird dreams last night. In my most vivid dream, I was stealing clothes from an old restaurant I used to work at in State College (I guess they had changed their sales point), and I was caught stealing, just as I was leaving the store and I had awkwardly managed to sneak things into my backpack. I felt like my life was over when the store's alarm went

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My good friends in the Boston band RIBS did a session on Boston radio last night. It turned out really good! Listen to it here.

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Currently listening tooooooo----Maps and Atlases. Everything by Maps and Atlases.WWWooop. Whata weekend! Today was a high. I went on a really great run at a nearby track. The weather was perfect. I later played guitar on the street and got a lot more money than usual and met some great people. One person gave me a caramel macchiato! Yyyaay. The whole thing caught me by surprise because it's

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CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: TIM KASHER'S The Game of MonogamyHello.I haven't written a post on here in a long time. I've debated whether or not to start writing in Germany. I kind of don't like the idea of it because I don't think words can accurately tell stories when the writer doesn't have enough time to write. I guess it's also a matter of the writing being public. Part of me wants to share

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NEAT-->"Each album has been more accomplished than the last. On 'Alligator,' the tension and turmoil of feeling past your peak when your youth’s still unfulfilled collect into biting little everyday paranoias and aggressions lurking just below the surface. Matt and his wife, Carin, not yet married then, were breaking up and getting back together frequently, 'trying to resist the person you might

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This article is the fifth and final segment of a series dedicated to informing the community about the new Office of Sustainability at Boston University and BU's efforts to further become a "green" campus.According to the College Sustainability Report Card, Boston University received a B on its 2010 Sustainability Assessment. The grade is based on a number of criteria: administration, climate

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The following is the fourth segment of a series dedicated to informing the community about the new Office of Sustainability at Boston University and BU's efforts to further become a "green" campus.One of the most obvious changes around the Boston University campus this year are the 33 large, solar, "Big Belly" trash compactors on Commonwealth Avenue. Using a built-in solar panel, the trash

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This is the third segment of a series dedicated to informing the community about the new Office of Sustainability at Boston University and BU's efforts to further become a "green" campus.The Sustainability@BU website includes a Boston University Green Campus Tour, narrated by WTBU's Dan Rys, that features locations on campus that support sustainable working, learning, and living. Locations

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The following is the second segment of a series dedicated to informing the community about the new Office of Sustainability at Boston University and BU's efforts to further become a "green" campus.The most gratifying and exciting project I have worked on at sustainability@BU is the website. It was really a team effort from Susan (the communications specialist), Dennis (sustainability director)

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This article is the first segment of a series dedicated to informing the community about the new Office of Sustainability at Boston University and BU's efforts to further become a "green" campus.Boston University's new Office of Sustainability launched its website on January 20. The launch came one year after the office's creation and drew attention to its efforts to create a greener environment

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SWEET!http://www.roteraupe.de/neues/2445/young-adults-demo-free-ep.html#form:)

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I know traveling makes you tiredand oh, the weather, how it punishedyou and tricked you into twoI know you're confident in the worldand all you learned and you went throughTunnels of tangled, fluorescent forestsFinding yourself lost, ungluedYou'll come back anewAnd try to take me againThrough the places you have beenTrying to use useless logicIn ways you don't know fit

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When you ODed andour mother called me, she said honeyI know you're busyWhen he left meIt was snowing, murky,and I couldn't walk homeMy bones went softand all that dark

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Adam Stanton: What is my weakness? Jack Burden: You can't look at something that's broke without having to fix it. Adam Stanton: Why is that a weakness? WHY IS THAT A WEAKNESS? Jack Burden: It makes you do things you don't wanna do.

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I keep in touchThrough electronic impulsesYou should stop playing your stereoSo loud because your music sucksWrap the body you have, scarredaround all of me, scarredand I will choose to let goOf all this shit I've kept clothedI don't remember, don't you know?Bring it up and let's go homeWe take the back way back and share spaceSomeone else's car, someone else's placeI'd kiss you longer if I could

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Trekking to East Bostonand backWatching movies, Star TrekDid I pay for all of that?I remember not caring,Leaving here and going thereBut I don't remember if it was coldIf it was the summer yetOr how often we did itI just remember the commuteThe international mix of smellsNow I commute backwardsTo a colder, smaller placeWithout petsWith people, with namesShorter skirtsI wake up and there's your

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Shooting insults in a land of candy, I don't have timeTo clean my room when you're aroundPlaying music in old houses of the dirty youthYou'll forget me when you're downWe hold on to each other because of MexicoThe country telling me to tell youI won't let you goBut everything is pulling us apartBut I still stick to you

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http://buquad.com/2009/11/16/hello-bu-meet-spitzer-space-telescope/

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http://buquad.com/2009/10/31/old-hannah-brings-a-new-sound-to-folk-music/

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Tiled floor of blue against whiteSpreading disease and rumorsAbout a team, or a manYell at us, make your face changeWhile we dream about going to work with youBecause you are never homeI get choked up when I choked on that one.A group of toned, masculine menSit down together on aluminum levelsTen years later, photos takenBabies in the backgroundDriving to dinnerYou forget you'd been thereYou’re a

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An ocean you could never swim acrossYou can’t swimYour love could never last that longYou’re a figure in an open venue, open legs, facing inHang up on you, take the third train I seeTo the aeroporto, East Boston, now shipyard freeYour old homeBeeping system sublinesMusic on fullBlast ears emptyRight to the RailsI’m inCursing the brick I see acrossThe subway stops, lines all lostSummer skin

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I went to Vermont.It was awesome.I hung out with dogs, drank lots of alcohol, ate good food, went to a Brewery, met nice people, watched a funny movie, snuggled a bear, became a pro at Wii bowling...and now I'm back in Boston and it's 11 P.M. and I haven't finished my to-do list andddd, and, and.Thank you, Vermont.

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Okkayy, so if you're wondering why I haven't been posting as much, it's because my writing is being filtered to other places. I'm really excited about some of the new projects I'm working on this fall and I'll be sure to keep you updated! There are a few awesome shows that I'm booking and am looking forward to... you will be invited.But for now, check out:http://onafriday.comandhttp://buquad.com/

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The Sub Pop band The Fruit Bats toured through town last week. I was able to catch a few words with them before they left Boston and then did a quick phoner with the lead member Eric Johnson while he was on his way to a Chicago in-store yesterday in Wicker Park. The Fruit bats have been number one on the CMJ charts with their new well-received album, The Ruminant Band.Click here to access

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Marlee, my best friend from home, has a sister who is a designer in the NYC fashion scene. She had her first big show this fall at Fashion Week! I'm not too updated on the trends and such, but Katie Gallagher has always been a trendsetter to say the least. She's worked really hard since high school and it's been cool tracking her progress online.Google her name and see the buzz for yourself!Or go

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The Boston indie-rock group Pretty & Nice just left Beantown Saturday afternoon to go on tour with The Getup Kids.The band had a couple East Coast intro shows to start up the tour (played a festival with Deerhoof), but they're currently on their way to Denver for their first Getup Kids show at the Marquis Theatre Wednesday night.If you're a Pretty & Nice fan, you probably know by now that they're

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The David Wax Museum, a Mexo-Americana folk band from Somerville, is releasing their first full-length album titled Carpenter Bird on September 18 at Club Passim in Cambridge. It's no surprise the band chose the well-known Cambridge folk venue for its release considering the profound mark they've made on the local music scene over the last year--particularly with the crowds at Passim. Tickets

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Crucial Schmooze, the first full-length LP from the local band The Big Big Bucks, has been circulating the underground Boston music scene for months now. When I say "underground," I mean the band hasn't officially released the album yet and only a few lucky listeners have a copy.A release date is in the works for the new year, but until then The Bucks will be touring around Boston and the East

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Cambridge's T.T. the Bear's hosted a four-band dance party Friday night featuring Plushgun as headliners, a three-piece electro-pop dance group from New York City.The Bynars, a local Boston band headed by Matt Jatkola, started off the night with a pop set including some songs from their upcoming EP (CD release show is slated for September 20 at Great Scott). The band is known for their catchy

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I was lucky to get to know the band members of Thousands this summer--an instrumental Boston band fronted by Northeastern grad, Omar Kazmi. The trio had a show last night (Friday, 8/27) at Great Scott and it was the first time I got to see the guys live. The performance was strong and gripping with dark, angular guitar parts and a driving rhythm. Kazmi and his bandmates Brandon Phillips and

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Confined by slippery pastsBruises lacquered with pale paintWalk into a room with new peopleYou're bruised fruit on a standWaiting to open up and bleedTold you need thicker skin(Un)Fortunate ones, unscathedUntouched by what touched youWill bleed later, bleed tooMust you grasp the struggles of others,While you're grasping them?Lying open, hurting in bed?To find the "right," taste the wrongIn

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We're nowhere near where we wereWhen we started, Mondays wereHappier. Escape to nearby EastBy tunnels or trainsWe escorted each otherThrough winter waysAnd came out summer clean

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This summer was an up and down progression that I really don't want to repeat for a good, long time.That said, I learned a lot. The greatest "lesson" I've taken away from my summer experience is that people have the power to choose who to surround themselves with, and that there are indeed real consequences to poor decisions.It's a basic principle, but I've caught myself befriending those who

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Du in your sweaterOn the (your) way to GermanyThe fissures on your faceThey wouldn't card you anywayThree cans above the plateThat cages your belly's greedPour potion into the empty glassFull of fearTaking a flying objectLeaving once-held warmBodies behind

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The following is in no way an advertisement for Harvard Square's Bikram Yoga.What I mean to say is, the following is in no way a result of monetary bribery from the likes of Bikram yoga, or anyone related to the location/practice.-------My mother is visiting me in Boston. Today was our first full day together, and of course, I planned for us to have a packed schedule. She's such a young and

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It seems these days that every local show under $10 follows the same format: You go to the venue of choice, you watch the 3-4 band lineup, you tap your foot, drink a beer, catch up with friends, perhaps meet someone new, and then the show ends and you leave. But how do you feel when you leave? Has your mood changed? Was the show worth its price? Were you entertained? People need to ask themselves

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The ants inbreed on the same beer-stained streetsBetween nine and seven. Days [when] a weakAnt cannot outsmart or outliveThe superficially dominant onesSo it dies.

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Shores of wreckage and buildupThe tide carried in, in one weekA best friend diedA best friend livedEach one I loved, leftAlthough there was no single accidentThat connected each fault line in routineAt the bridgeWe lit our words on fire, using every matchExcept for the airplaneThat sipped the surface and sankWe could not cry.Our words for you will beSaturated with waterEaten by fishSent out to

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They raised you like a German:So cold with CompanyAnd I knew when I met youThat you'd never like my familyYour love for animalsThe dark coasts you've crossedDon't mean anythingConsidering what you've lostAll those things you'll never talk aboutI'll make stories and pretend you're just hurtWill things ever work?When it's late at night, between everything?Between all those mouths you've kissedAnd

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Caught me crying, caught my sighWhen I asked you why you diedYour T-shirt smelled of sweat and gasolineAnd whether I could havepulled you out of that wreckI'll never knowThe ground swept up and covered you whole.

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http://bostonpoetry.blogspot.com/

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Dented plastic bottle colored sea bluecontaining contents of chemically configured soapCalled coconutI disperse its contentsYour place has the roomThe grotto's walls, cold to touchStill sweat gathers in every spotThe steam and froth just cover it upNo place to diveBut in youOur vision blocked:Thousands of molecules of H2OInflated and infused, whiteNot in yearsHas such skin shined

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Unfinished draft:A faster pedalTo a house with historyTrying to find some wayTo sum up all of the hurt in my headI talk about it allYou interrupt meThoughts are useless when they're deadSo many hymnsThey'll all destroy meWith their thrashing yet stagnant memories:One at the coffee shopOne, a GermanOne mouthing, on stage, "Please save me."We squeeze our tan bodies into tight jeansEven when things

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Don't ask me toCome over and have youSpit all of your excessive ex memories from your mindIn a physical battle of lustAnd don't expect you canThrow me aroundWith words from your mouthPull me in/push me outLike a child's gameAnd the motions we face are youngWe're too naive to confront themIn crowded caves you've avoided since the startI, althoughRefuse to followThese same rules that torture our

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Great Scott featured a three-band lineup last night featuring the bands Bedtime, Cymbals Eat Guitars, and Magic Magic.Bedtime defines themselves as "1890s classical indie-moon rock." Although the band only plays original songs, they fall short at striking the audience with an original sound. They play songs with small jam sections that take away from their music at times, with what some fans

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People are what they loveAnd what they do"We are defined by the choices we make."There is an acceptable progressionof youth, education, and occupationThe scholars must all have credentials,books, colleagues, glasses, suits(there is) A well-defined norm.To venture outside the norm is therefore--Abnormal--Society shuns those who seek to find meaning on "the road less traveled"And they will endure

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I first heard about Emperor X (the impressive one-man act of Chad Matheny) from Holden Lewis of Pretty and Nice. Holden met Chad while touring the US with P&N sometime over the last couple years. They became friends and musical colleagues and are even doing a small east coast tour together over the next week or so--something really worth catching if you're near one of the shows. Holden is a big

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Let me feel your faceand make sure your bone structure is the sameLet me hold your handand squeeze all your veinsLet me press myStomach up against yoursAs we embraceIn a moment, for an hour, or moreToo much wine last nightWords wriggled through pressed lips, ones prematureI said, I love you?I said I love you?And then I hit myself, said oops/sorryYou said it's okayand I explained why I said itand

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Hi hi hi hi.actually, im not going to use punctuation and such right now because im at an internet cafe and am limited with time, so... just typing like this.ive been in italy for almost two weeks now. i leave tuesday morning to get back to the US. the guy i was traveling with most of the time, mitch, left today... so im alone for the next 48 hours.why am i using the internet right now?!? oioi,

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I will be in Boston, mostly, and I'll be visiting places.Tomorrow I'm going to see Pretty & Nice in NYC. Then I take off for Italy on Monday for two weeks... I'll be meeting up with one of my best friends there and some of my German friends. I'm going to play silly music on the streets to make money (it works well there). Thennn I'm headed to Seattle for a long weekend at the end of June. A State

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So. In the last few weeks, I've had conversations with friends/colleagues about interviewing musicians. My friends seem to have a kind of competitive spirit about it--or maybe just an excited one--either way, I've lost this same energy that comes with the pursuit of following/reporting on musicians. I still think it's interesting and it's still a field I'm strongly considering, but I'm just not

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I come from a family very much rooted in athletics. Relatives of mine have gone on to play their chosen sports in college, my mother is an Olympic athlete, medalist, and marathon runner, and my father has coached DI and DIII swimming at Penn State and Brown University since I've been alive... I myself was a very athletic child and played almost every sport during my youth. I adored watching

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ALL BANDS/ARTISTS FROM B.U. & NORTHEASTERNThe lineup is9 PM- I HAVE A TUMMY ACHE, http://www.myspace.com/ihaveatummyache9:45- CAMDEN, http://www.myspace.com/camdensoundz10:30 - VIKESH KAPOOR http://www.vikeshkapoor.com11:15 - FRONT PAGE, http://www.myspace.com/frontpage12 - RAPPER STEPH AND THE THROWBACKS, http://www.myspace.com/rappersteph, http://www.myspace.com/throwbacklife, HTTP://

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Folk music warrior Spitzer Space Telescope will be releasing his album April 22 at Boston University’s Morse Auditorium. This will be his first full-length record (following two homemade E.P.’s) since starting SST four years ago, and just in time for summer. The event is open to all Boston’s SST fans and soon-to-be die hard followers. Spitzer Space Telescope is a live spark in the Boston music

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Holden Lewis, a 24-year-old musician and alumnus from Boston University, has a band. The band’s name is Pretty and Nice and they’ve been upping the Boston music scene’s ante for a few years now. Since the 7th grade Lewis has been cultivating his talents for his Boston-based group, a four-piece peppy pop band with true instrumental talent.The makings of Pretty and Nice started when Lewis wanted to

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Did you ever create the sound of flatulence into a microphone for the purpose of entertaining an audience?Welcome to the life of Amy Steinberg.BU Central was alive tonight with a diverse group of people from all over campus, gathered to hear the empowering female musician/poet perform. Boston University acts Katie Uva and Steph Barrack opened the show to a crowd of 50+ people.Steinberg got on

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In a full auditoriumNoise filling eardrums, sticky hot pinks,People howling at moonsMy mind reverts to you.This is your life every night,When you get only surface-area impressionsOf every person you meet,Every night of the week.They love you and they don't even know you.How do they dress your wounds?Reality greets me: disgruntledWalking through stiff air,Down superficial pavement of such

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Scholarly emotional math tells me"How to"But I refuse to abide by these principlesI sit and watch a girlcover herself completelyand pull her eyes down, recoil,when someone questions herauthenticity(Who is to say she is authentic but herself?)So why the questioningand why the care oneither side, this pressure?I meet someone new and I'm struckBy the realness of my feelings,the raw tension.But the

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It's nice to know that you can go to a "typical" college party if you're not a normal party-goer, and still have a good time.Tonight I arrived at my friend Steph's place around 10 PM. She and her roommates were throwing a party to raise some money for their RELAY FOR LIFE team. I brought some friends along, ran into some people I knew, and made some new friends as well.Although the scene was

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1. Finalize April WTBU events.2. Finalize my summer internship dealio.3. Create a comical story on Starbucks.4. Organize BU's first FEMINIST PAPERS (due out next semester).5. Get back on track with running.Baby, baby, baby white.

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An inspiring musician, Drew Danburry is the exception to the stereotypical, alcohol-abusing rock artist. Keeping his morals close to his side, he represents the way an artist should behave by simply being himself. He is an honest, hopeful, and caring young man toward whom others gravitate because they find his qualities so endearing.Through his music, Danburry subtly sings his soulful message of

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Drew Danburry convinces you to “love the crowded Utah valley” in his latest album, This Could Mean Trouble, You Don't Speak For The Club. Danburry’s third full-length album includes his signature characteristics fans love (like his comforting, raw vocals), while incorperating new sounds as well, such as the dreamy piano melody on the intro song, “Weezer.”The singer infuses the record with

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The body I call my boyfriendHe and I on a Sunday morningLying in bed and smelling like olivesUs wearing our respective under garmentsMostly nakedMostly aloneBut accompanied by the strangersWe hear outside talkingAstringent, cleanser, shampooHere we have sanityWhere we can breathe in the peaceOf what I wish was hot milkStreaming all over our veinsHis tough, beaten handsBecome paws of playful

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Their arms bend and foldAs they breakThe water with their oarsAnd disturb the river that sleptLast night through autumn’s first frost.A bearded man nearby on his morning strollStrains from land to see their faces.He concentrates on their steely grinsThey form from over-exhaustion.The man’s dog wimpers with complaintTo walk faster along the riverHe shuffles and scurries as he ruinsThe ants’ big

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Since the 7th grade, I had an online diary that my mom would frequently read and neglect to let me know she was doing so. A few others read my words, but it became something just for me. Now that I'm older, I've decided to create this blog in order to have a more professional space for my thoughts. I plan to include poetry, lyrics, articles, photos--you name it. I also have some talented friends

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