Saturday, February 11, 2012

my top 30 of 2011

i know i'm a month late with this list, but i figured y'all would cut me some slack (especially when it comes to ignoring that "y'all"...)

according to last.fm's scrobbling, these are the top 30 songs i listened to in 2011, in descending order from highest times listened. (Artist - Track)

Band of Horses – I Go to the Barn Because I Like The
The National – Apartment Story
Matt Costa – Astair
Efterklang – Modern Drift
The National – Brainy
The National – Mistaken For Strangers
Cat Power – The Greatest
Loney Dear – I Was Only Going Out
Mother Mother – Burning Pile
Mazzy Star – Fade Into You
Matthew Dear – Gem
Pepper Rabbit – Older Brother
Loney Dear – Airport Surroundings
Devics – If We Cannot See
The National – Conversation 16
LCD Soundsystem – Dance Yrself Clean
The End of the World – Show Your Age
Agent Ribbons – Chelsea, Let's Go Join the Circus
Basia Bulat – Run
Cat Power – Lived in Bars
Beth Orton – Central Reservation (original version)
La Sera – Never Come Around
Paper Rival – Cassandra
Justin Clayton – Collide
The Clientele – Never Anyone But You
Bon Iver – Flume
Pink Floyd – Marooned
Cate le Bon – Shoeing The Bones
Bon Iver – Re: Stacks
Air Waves – Knock Out

Wednesday, February 08, 2012

poetree

ghoststrokes
down the back
of a dead arm

twist response
in fever sleep
jars electric
refusal
deep in a
tender socket.

the weight
of impotence
and some
distant potential

measured in tiny
steps, baby
steps.

even this mess
of muscle,
bone & metal,

can't stop the haunt
of dark eyes
and dark hair
at my bedside.

_____


unsleep
is the hardest
part of
recovery.

unsleep
and the silent
stalking
of helplessness,
uselessness,
in every
dark corner.

they said
it was your
name

i called
when i
came to.

who is he?
he's not here
they said,

and i knew
i was awake.

_____


i wanted to know
if you knew.

it's so easy t0
tell the immediate
fears, the forthright
fright of
a situation like facing
some familiar
demon.

too many of those
stories sound
and end the same.

i can't reach
you;

i can't reach
for you.

and that's the only
thing at the front
of my mind.

_____


when you
finally
talk to me,

i'll be so
tired

it won't
matter what
you say,

just that
you
said it.

_____


chocolate curls
cavernous dimples
peals and ripples
perfect laughter

green-grass
little boy smell
hot small fingers
pudgy arms

wriggle around
my neck soft
eager baby
kisses nuzzles

jerked awake
empty arms
dead arm
bed of cold sweat

your face on my
eyelids
no escape in
the dark

_____


i miss most
the deep velvet
of your voice

and the sound
of your laugh
in the dark.

the times you'd
believe me

when i'd say
i love you.

that was never
the lie.




for kenneth

Monday, February 06, 2012

metaphysical therapy

i have a new shoulder. and a left arm that is going to have to learn how to work all over again. it hurts just to sit here while i try and type this with one hand. my left hand is the only part of it i can move by myself. but i can feel everything just fine, so no nerve damage. what was supposed to be a 5 hour surgery was actually 10 hours. he was meticulous, and confident they removed all the cancer (or whatever it is.) he said the full biopsy and analysis will take 2 weeks. so, just waiting.

every day is a new step of progress, getting a shirt on without cutting it up first. i wore a bra today, even. first time since the 25th of Jan. (day of surgery.)

remind me to tell you about the convict in the bed next to mine when i came to.

i'll be honest, what's getting me through is music and writing poetry, by hand, in a little notebook. i hadn't done that in a long while.

in the mean time, here's my "sharkbite." (that's what dr. randall calls it.) it's 16 inches long and goes from my collarbone to the crook of my elbow.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

ultimately, cyborg

surgery tomorrow, if dr. randall gets a transplant bone he's happy with. it's going to be a full shoulder replacement. he even drew me a picture:


i get a titanium joint and rod inserted into transplanted bone and part of my original bone, and then he gets to reattach my rotator cuff (all 4 parts of it) onto the transplant. i asked for the inspector gadget version, and he laughed.

best case, the rotator cuff attached perfectly and i don't end up with pneumonia or a giant infection and after lots of physical therapy i'll be able to raise my arm over my head. probable case, with lots of physical therapy i'll be able to touch my face again at some point.

worst case, too much nerve and arterial damage during the removal of the diseased bone and tumor means primary amputation of my left arm.

it's hard not to react like this:

Thursday, January 19, 2012

temporary diagnosis

i finally wrestled free the biopsy results from the nurse.

diagnosis: "osteosarcoma, low-grade fibroblastic subtype."
frozen section diagnosis: "spindle cell neoplasm, defer to permanent."

dunno what either of those mean. more info coming on monday.