Mark Twain as it applies to my life.

But that is the way we are made: we don't reason, where we feel; we just feel.

já milá praha

feeling praguesick these days. you know, like homesick, except not for home, but for prague. i just keep remembering spending last june sitting at the pool after work and reading poems for my upcoming class. and then packing my bags (rather reluctantly, because i didn't want to leave my friends and go off by myself for a whole month) and arriving in beautiful beautiful prague. after a lonely start, i experienced the best month of my life. if i weren't committed to class here in chicago and finishing up my thesis, i swear i'd drop everything and rack up a giant credit card bill with a trip to prague for the summer. i miss the narrow winding streets. the hot crowded metro. the glowing streetlamps. rain on the bridge. getting lost. discovering new things. writing in cafes and parks. poetry class overlooking the vltava river and st vitus cathedral. going bar hopping with my writer friends. trying to pretend i know how to say things in czech. beer that's cheaper than water. *sigh*

já milá praha (i love prague)
já zmeškat praha (i miss prague)

Love Poem, by Jack Ridl

"[He] makes the smallest talk I've ever heard." -John Woods

The smaller the talk the better.
I want midgets in my mouth.
I want to sit with you and have us
Solemnly delight in dust; and one violet;
And our fourth night out;
And buttonholes. I want us
To spend hours counting dog hairs,
And looking up who hit .240
In each of the last ten years.
I want to talk about the weather;
And detergents; and carburetors;
And debate which pie our mothers made
The best. I want us to shrivel
Into nuthatches, realize the metaphysics
Of crossword puzzels, wait for the next
Sports season, and turn into sleep
Holding each other's favorite flower,
Day, color, record, playing card.
When we wake, I want us to begin again
Never saying anything more lovely than garage door.