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Sound of a body falling off a bridge

In Too lazy to assign a category on August 28, 2006 at 8:04 pm

I can tell you there is no word for this
in any language. I've asked

and everyone seems to confirm
its translatability.

Feet shuffling off a stone pillar-
simple, but not easy. A young tree

fracturing under the sudden weight-
exactly how one imagines it.

And somewhere between shuffle and fracture-
the silence of Scott Koch's body

falling off the Normanwood Bridge,
which is also the silence of stars.


They write their arc over faces
of stones staring up from riverbed,

and if you were a swarm of mayflies
hatching in the pre-dawn, coal-dark

aubade of a Susquehanna morning,
or if you were a freshman in college

and bought some pot and drove out
with friends to gaze at stars,

you would know stars make
a hell of a racket. Like time, like death,

they scrawl their inscrutable marks
of light.


Say you are not a hatch of insects
or one of those kids wrecked and lovely,

their skins' leaf-awkward sheen.
Though if you were, you'd be lost

in a fury of living and dying.

So you'll have to trust the words
for the way his face twitched, went

stone-white, for how unbeautiful
his body comprehended night, words

for a breath untaken, the arrested
air in his lungs.


I give them to you piecemeal,
hand over hand, as if in aftermath

we build a city of bridges. I press each
against your mouth. They taste of salt.

They fall into place. They are beginning
to mean less and less. They only do

what they do. For anything else, you'll need
something like a life, or memory-

car tires ticking over a bridge, wheel
of a flower cart knocking cobblestone,

seams, separations.

— James Hoch

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49 things about me

In Too lazy to assign a category on August 27, 2006 at 5:48 pm

Political compass:

Febr. 19th 2004:

Economic Left/Right: -7.62
Libertarian/Authoritarian: -7.18


Economic Left/Right: -8.00
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -8.26


You scored as Postmodernist.

Postmodernism is the belief in complete open interpretation. You see the universe as a collection of information with varying ways of putting it together. There is no absolute truth for you; even the most hardened facts are open to interpretation. Meaning relies on context and even the language you use to describe things should be subject to analysis.


Your dominant intelligence is linguistic intelligence

You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well. An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly. You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view. A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.

My Personal Dna Report

I should drive a Saturn Sky, I am a pumpkin pie, a blue flower, similar to French food, just like a Bloody Mary, a poet, and teal green.

My blog should be purple, and my eyes should be green. My heart is purple, and my medieval archetype a magician. I am a carnal lover, and a Goddess. I could tell you the story of O yeah !

I cry because I am confused, and I should be dating a Sagittarius. The historic lunatic that represents me is Caligula. I am an ENFP. I am also an un-American Commie Pinko. If I were a movie, I would be a groundbreaking documentary. I am also a white self-existing world-bridger (see also part 2).

My given name isn't exactly popular. I am not ashamed to admit that quite often I feel lonely. My html colour is #4B0082. I like poffertjes, a Dutch specialty. I like answering random questions. My sex-sign is Leo. I like the idea of simple living. I have either a gorilla or a bear personality. But I might also have a rooster personality.

My kisses are entrancing. My energy is orange. I am infected with several human viruses, such as free BSD, brand names, computer games and politics. I blogged about same-sex marriage, and the difference between civil and religious marriage all the way back in 2003. I want this kind of cat. I once drew a one line self portrait. I took Dante's Inferno test.

I belong to the Deer people. My tree is a fig tree. I am a born leader and efficient manager. I know how to spell. I have an experimenting and visioning thinking style.

I once had a black eye, that turned into a beautiful rainbow. I love quotes, I really do.

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