Archive for October, 2010

Audio Poem: “Delirium Tremens”

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , , on October 31, 2010 by sethdellinger

Year Written: 2005
Collection: The Loosing of Clocks

Delirium Tremens

Your blood boils, and then
it seems that there
might be nothing
else; that this
time you may have
gotten away lucky;
a clearness as of
frigid water forced
over your sleeping
head.  But then
civilization crowds around
your peripheral
sight;
with every possible image
comes another
and yet another;
all feverish history
coalesced within your
optical nerve;
you can’t see
the sides of the
hallway, only
the carpet or ceiling;
the insects of progress
buzz swarmingly
around your outer
sockets,
visions forming in the
mass like grass clippings
or clouds:
not hallucinations
really
but cognizant unrealities:
Beaowulf sleeping
on the Golden Gate,
stiff underwear marching
over Leningrad,
broken pills in a dresser
drawer beside the scissors,
impossibly large globs
of mascara and gin syrup
banging on the door,
warm flashes of wanton islands
searching through
your soaked drunken pants
finding car keys
and onions,
printing presses moaning
and gurgling
under a moony sky
twitching about for the
relief of their burden,
your socks sprouting leaves
or maybe wings,
your own face
before you, magnified
a million times, people living
in the pores of your nose
criticizing your naked body,
the woman beside you
not a body but a
pencil, an amorous,
pensive pencil
laying purposefully inert,
the woman a mast of
swarming, cognizant
bugs within
the periphery of your
periphery,
not to be touched
or even contemplated upon.
Then amidst the visions—
among the boiling blood—
the most terrible:
quakes, small
at first like
tiny skeletal nudges,
barely
consequential spasms
of reversed desire,
years of stored-up
bodily indulgence
backfiring fumes
through your epidermis;
then gaining size,
quakes becoming
explosions, massive,
unending, will-less.
The lamp hits the floor,
maybe it shatters,
maybe it doesn’t,
the sheets torn
from the bed
in a heap
in the
corner,
everywhere you touch
you may destroy:
it is not up to you:
it is no longer up to you:
what once was a choice
now jumps through your
extremities
in a series of jolts
which have gone beyond
the warning stage
and entered
Delirium Tremens,
the last bastion of the blood you own
needing more,
while screaming for so much less.

Remember Emily Wells?

Posted in Snippet, Uncategorized with tags , , on October 31, 2010 by sethdellinger

Yep, I’m still in love with her.  Mega.

Something Ron Said Once

Posted in Snippet, Uncategorized with tags , on October 30, 2010 by sethdellinger

   “I was sharting before sharting was cool.”

Friday’s Film Clip

Posted in Friday's Film Clip with tags , on October 29, 2010 by sethdellinger

This scene from “Start the Revolution Without Me” remains my favorite moment of verbal comedy from any movie.  Gene Wilder, as always, is a genius, and it always leaves me wishing Donald Sutherland had done more comedy!  (the only potentially funnier scene Gene Wilder has ever been in is the Mensrea/ fuzzy wuzzy scene from See No Evil, Hear No Evil).  So without further ado, the fantastic amazing hilarious scene from “Start the Revolution Without Me”:

Vote for my new mousepad

Posted in Snippet with tags , , , , , on October 29, 2010 by sethdellinger

So, it’s time for me to get a new mousepad, and I figured since I was having trouble deciding on one, I’d open a poll and let you folks decide for me.  Currently I have a kickass Jack Bauer mousepad that has served me well for a few years, but the bottom of it is becoming frayed and is annoying my wrist.  You can see the fray in this picture I just took of it:

So, here are the options for the replacement pad, with the poll at the bottom.  Thanks for voting!

A Pearl Jam mousepad themed after their "avocado album"---one of my favorite albums of theirs.

 

A super-funky Mr. T mousepad!

Super badass "LOST" mouse pad

Large Island Field

Posted in Snippet, Uncategorized with tags , , on October 28, 2010 by sethdellinger

I’ve finally got my second print from TurningArt!  It’s exciting, I really really like it!  I decided on another print by Peter Roux (the same guy who did the first print I got, A Testament of Complicated Mourning) because I just dig his stuff so much.  The new one is called Large Island Field and this is it:

Also, just as this print was getting shipped to me, TurningArt introduced an unlimited print plan, so now it really does work just like Netflix, so I expect to go through prints a little faster from here on out.  It really is a great company, I highly recommend it for anyone who can find room in their budget.  Here’s how Large Island Field looks hanging on my landing:

Seth’s Favorite Poems

Posted in Seth's Favorite Poems (by other people) with tags , , , on October 28, 2010 by sethdellinger

And now, as promised, the third of my “3-way-tie-for-favorite-poem” poems.  It is “I am Vertical” by Sylvia Plath, and I’ve got a version of it on posterboard that I persoanlly wrote with Sharpie marker hanging on my kitchen wall.  Here it is, Sylivia Plath’s “I am Vertical”.  Prepare for amazement:

I am Vertical

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them--
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once,
and the flowers have time for me.
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