we think
we might have
rare elements in us
as if
our personal lab
could reliably trace
our subtlest chemistry
our binds and our breaks
and show to us
our
coldest retreats
our beatingest hearts
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Greg Correll
W R I T E R
Greg Correll
- Location
- New Paltz, New York, US
- Birthday
- September 21
- Title
- Founder, Chief of Deselopy (small packages); Editor (doesthismakesense.com)
- Company
- small packages, inc.
- Bio
- I write.
MY RECENT POSTS
- pill hell
May 25, 2012 02:33AM - I read Found
May 23, 2012 01:37AM - the Bains of existence
May 11, 2012 02:50AM - a delirium in the undertow
May 09, 2012 07:45PM - goodbye searchlight venus in
the cobalt blue
May 03, 2012 12:20AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “yes yes yes. My parents
went way too far with
punishments but
we got the
thorough…”
May 24, 2012 08:45AM - “I do not wish you were
different.
There are
a dozen writers on OS who are
my own f…”
May 23, 2012 10:06AM - “And the point about
dismantling our Merchant
Marine is
deliberate and apt.
One of…”
May 13, 2012 10:01AM - “"clueless" is
inappropriate, Malusinka. I
don't do online
fights. You
w…”
May 13, 2012 09:47AM - “Inspired by
Jeremiah:
http://open.salon.co
m/blog/jeremiah_horrigan/2012/
05/10/wha…”
May 11, 2012 02:58AM
Greg Correll's Links
- New list
- how it goes
- I smell lilacs (EP)
- For Gedalya on Yom Hashoah (EP)
- the truth lies (EP)
- O'Dizzyus lost in the Wyandotte C-Store
- His Holiness at rest
- heiroglyphics
- lag time
- How to not fight on OS
- A Concordance with Livy. For R.
- more more more
- Wash of Cilantro
- To Paul, who drank himself to death and died on St. Paddy's
- Deus, Redactus (EP)
- How to Face Life's Difficulties (EP)
- facing fear
- why I am the way I am
- HAXXXION channel lineup!
- to me at 17: run!
- convolutions
- kitsey (EP)
- I heart Maria (EP)
- The Right isn't wrong. They're just stuck. (EP)
- june bug boys (EP)
- my daughter Molly on OS
- Love Shack
- Crooked Pinky
- Walking Softly, Open Arms.
- more more works
- the good line
- crossroads (EP)
- symphony of space
- you got grit?
- redaction (EP)
- eye inside
- conatus interruptus
- my father's brace
- On Mysogyny: Girls, can we talk?
- I re-solve
- I am still, among the living
- whistle in the dark
- a fable for grown-ups
- my other art
- give thanksing
- Low Affect
- writ off
- the fat of my thumb
- Left and Right, sorted out.
- We are not fossils
- Trim Tab
- Van Damme, great actor
- I Sing of Elysian OS!
- The Answer.
- Raised on barley water.
- Obama is a Confederate Spy!
- suzy says so
- on lavender hill with the bike ghouls
- New Colors
- An Open Letter
- a homely error, certainty.
- 15 books that changed my life
- Funny matters. Seriously.
- the seventh bloom
- gone, but for the grace
- Firsts, bitter, lovely and true
- more works
- runaway life, redux
- lamentation for my unfinished degree
- Dead Woman Blues
- Republican Cavity Search
- Poem: To Ramona
- Poem: Lydia the Tattooed Lady
- Shorty Dies. I Don't. (EP)
- what really happened (EP)
- Dominionist Christianity
- oops.
- We are infants in a pitiless nursery.
- sitting with Them
- beau regard prairie
- tympani heart
- pre-owned prophylactics
- Trying on White
- part man
- rare elements
- How to respond to TV commercials
- a car called a go go
- we are the helium beast
- children gone
- manly manure
- waiting for word
- My lovely daughters
- lucky boy
- I am compromised
- no one wins online fights
- do I earn your attention?
- bear it, and build
- I am dead
- we save the other boy (EP)
- wise achers (OS honesty. at last.)
- bitteroot kiss
- my works
- Karma is an uncompassionate idea
- baby gone (EP)
- runaway life
- My Nana passed, for 60 years
- Santa Claus & the Channukah Yenta at the Palm Beach Galleria
- Yo, word: the case for Zizzy
- Slumdog Millionaire is priceless.
- 25. They might as well be the hard truths.
- Be Kinder, but Sharper: an OS manifesto
- Is this heaven?
- debunking me
- the girl in the Haight, 1970
- one of one
- if her cancer wins
- Xeno at the Hotel
- Cheap! Inchheria, Fatuoucid, Exposa, Melancoch, Pregnot
- Falsifiability and the Heat Death of the Universe
- Angels in Dark Masks
- What a bullet knows.
- Read This Post or I'll Shoot This Blog!
- My father dies clean.
- a n d b r e a t h e . . .
- the funny thing about minor imperfections...
- My first kiss
- ode to her womb
- Anger makes you stupid. So marry well.
- Civilization starts with a meal.
- do i get this?
- Noah Counts
- My Dad's Playboys (EP)
- best.guitar.solo.ever.
- Gidget Meets Hercules
- My Obama Post(er)
- An African Obama Poem. I mean:wow.
- If I Am
- Soul Free
- First Names
- way to go
- Little Shit (EP)
- Bad Pants
- Movie: Babette's Feast
- what i do
- small packages, inc.
- wrapIT
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Comments
Lovely and penetrating thoughts.
What motivated this great poem?
but in fact free will is an illusion and we cannot do other than a human can do, or must do, or is capable of imagining. is compelled to imagine. including imagining an edition of human being with true free will.
we are the helium beast, full of float and light, who mistake the invisible urge to move upwards for a transcendent soul, who would prefer not to dwell upon our mere soles, our thick and calloused soles.