In here be me thoughts on living and writing. Out there be monsters.
I Went Walking Far From Home
If I could not walk far and fast, I think I should just explode and perish. – Charles Dickens
Distance: 5.5 miles
Neighborhoods traversed: Bay Ridge, Sunset Park, Prospect Heights, Park Slope
Number of streets/blocks crossed: 79
Number of avenues crossed: 8
Musical accompaniment: Conor Oberst/Bright Eyes (all photo captions are song lyrics)
Purpose: Transportation, Thinking
Frequency: 5 – 6 times a week
The whole world’s just a little oysterAnother century spent pointing guns at everything that movesI can’t tell where the canvass stops, homesick as an astronaut.Encoded arc our common causeYou can choose the high or the lower roadAs we pass over on the arc of timeBut the devil’s in the detailsThe worm in my heart is the apple of your eye.A downpour of sweat, damp cotton cloudsThis is the first day of my life Swear I was born right in the doorwaySo you walk that way, I’ll walk this wayDid it all get real, I guess it’s real enough They got refrigerators full of bloodI watched your face die backwards Little baby in my memoryBut I bet the stars seemed so close at the endHey, where have all the dancers gone? Now the music doesn’t playSee the Soul Singer in the session bandIf I could change my mind, change the paradigm Prepare myself for another lifeHow’d it get so dark in the day?I never dreamed of heaven much till they put him in the groundHolding our tears as we flip the album What if this leads to ruin?One for the tyrant, one for the slaughtered lambDrenched us in approximated sunlightThe black machine Played it all from memory A fever dreamDon’t go there You’re getting nowhereMy maiden mother croneI’d give a fortune to your infomercial If somebody would just take my callWith the Son of God just hanging like a common criminalAnd make a plan to love me sometime soon“Where are we going?” and he looks at her and he says “We’re going to a party. It’s a birthday party. It’s your birthday party.How time can move both fast and slow Amazes meWe were a goldmine and they gutted usIf you could just crack the shell open I think inside you would find something sweet.You know I’ll call you eventually When I wanna talk, ’til then you’re invisibleI have my drugs, I have my woman They keep away my lonelinessWhen everything is lonely I can be my own best friendBut I sing glory from my lowest And I will say peace to the people I meetBaby tell me where’d you go for days and daysFall asleep reading science fiction I want to fly in your silver shipIn the sunshine, try to act normalOne for the Führer, one for his child brideAnd if life seems absurd what you need is some laughterYou see stars that clear have been dead for years But the idea just lives onI’m gonna write another traveling song About all the billion highways and the cities at the break of dawn
I live in Brooklyn which is good except when it’s not which is horrid. I’ve been writing for awhile, and have some stuff published and some stuff not.
I don’t like when people refer to pets as their children and I can’t resist a handful of cheez-its when offered.
I have a burning desire to go to Antarctica, specifically to the South Pole so I can see where Robert Falcon Scott died.
I like to read books. I like to write stories and poems. I even wrote some novels. You can read them.
Ally Malinenko 