this is nothing.

E.E. Cummings

bcbender — Thu, 23 Dec 2010 18:08:47 +0000

who knows if the moon’s

a balloon,coming out of a keen city

in the sky—filled with pretty people?

(and if you and i should

get into it,if they

should take me and take you into their balloon,

why then

we’d go up high with all the pretty people

than the houses and steeples and clouds:

go sailing

away and away sailing into a keen

city which nobody’s ever visited,where

always

it’s

Spring)and everyone’s

in love and flowers pick themselves

bcbender — Thu, 09 Dec 2010 15:42:42 +0000

Last day of work

bcbender — Sun, 21 Nov 2010 19:22:55 +0000

A tasteful short film by Brian Brender

bcbender — Mon, 15 Nov 2010 06:07:28 +0000

I just want to be an Issa haiku

bcbender — Mon, 08 Nov 2010 02:38:23 +0000

the wind is part of the process

the rain is part of the process

Versedaily!

bcbender — Wed, 29 Sep 2010 13:08:35 +0000

Whene’er you feel comfortable, visit versedaily. They’ve had some great poems up there lately.

bcbender — Wed, 22 Sep 2010 17:24:10 +0000

My life invaded by digital invaders. This new phone is a circus.

bcbender — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 03:31:44 +0000

I smell so bad! Better deodorant is in the cards.

bcbender — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 01:31:32 +0000

Hey, I’m moved in!

Things are great. I’ve still got a few more things to bring, though. Eh.

My roommates are fun to be with, and mellow. Mellow is so nice right now. And my room is fun, too. I slept so well last night; W. Main puts me to sleep. The trains don’t even wake me up. I like their sound, even their horns. In fact, I hear one way off in the distance right now. Long, long, short, long. Love it.

bcbender — Tue, 24 Aug 2010 01:39:42 +0000

deth p sun!