Greg Correll
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
Who do I inhabit?
Am I a small Mis-step or
a god-almighty Quake,
reaching for a spoon?
Am I an inner tremble
rising from deep in skin or
a cataclysm under
blooded rudderless sponge?
Am I essential tremor
and ordinary collapse,
… Read full post »
We rattle through Brooklyn under the elevated M train, that brown
and unlovely line. Anonymous in a rented van, we are moving Rocky's
portfolios, her chair and bed and etceteras, her bags of things, to
her Manhattan FIT dorm. They took the subway in after/
No. It's not.
They turn my hands and watch me walk, hold one arm and elbow while making me touch finger to thumb, and they nod and query – did you know you do/… Read full post »
OK, so a lot of the demonstrators were from Woodstock, right next door. But we demonstrated in nearby Kingston, on our own actual Wall Street, in front of the Wells Fargo Office. Besides, Woodstock is already occupied, and for over forty years.
Kingston, New York, is in Ulster County,…
Punished, locked in the backyard, leaning on the dandelion fork, I watch my two bare feet. I love bare feet.
I squinch the Kansas crabgrass. I love the yuck, the chlorophyll stain, God's smeary paint on my boy toes.
I have the grip-foot: grass stuck in slender, cringing… Read full post »
"Stop!"I start, apish, at the puppy.
"You're a repetitive little jerk," I tell her. I don't blink. She doesn't blink back. I hate dogs.
I hate having to train a seven-month-old anything. This is the last one, goddamnit.
"You're the last one," I say straight into those yellow Chihuahuan/… Read full post »
You know that sensation when you repeat a familiar word until it becomes alien and new? And then you can't see the familiar anymore, and the letters themselves threaten to become squiggles and arbitrary marks, and we sense our three-year-old selves peering out through tired eyes?
Do this for… Read full post »
I was a single parent in the 70's and 80's, when I was in my early twenties. I raised my first daughter alone until she was seven.
Here's a typical day for a single parent:
Wake up prepared. Breakfast is in the cupboard, at least for her, and… Read full post »
1. Those little piles of colopods, demodex mites, head lice, firmicutes, and bacteroides, left behind when Aunt Gertrude and Uncle Charles "went upstairs"? Crush them underfoot. Resist the temptation to sell them as relics. If God thought they were special he would/… Read full post »
I fear my love is not real, my compassion a facade, that others feel something more real, more ecstatic, more steady, when they love.
I fear my love for my children will devour me, use/… Read full post »
Sam Harris might improve human society with his new book The Moral Landscape. He surveys and parses the objective, quantifiable character of human morality (emergent, from both biology and experience) versus supernatural (founded on wisdom texts and faith in a deity), or naturalistic (an historic ter… Read full post »
Whitman's ghost is in the new air around me
not the figure in the workman shirt
not the settled legend
but the electric and naked poet
drunk with this thing oxygen
dancing atom Whitman
fresh from the oily steam of the wharf
and the ca-lak a-lak of trolleys an/… Read full post »
I realize this is all or nothing, that my love and compassion for all of you, even those with I whom I differ, requires me to commit to refining this.
There are more than
2 columns to life.
In all,/… Read full post »
I was a runaway from a broken home. One of four, then/… Read full post »
We both realized how solid was my realignment, how complete my transformation, when a fellow said "you filthy fucking Jew", to me, a year ago. He owed me thousands of dollars, owes me still, and yet he said this terrible thing/… Read full post »
Under the flowering, vining weed that tops my bumper-crop grapes, I sit, brush away bees, and talk to my dying mother.
"I'm off the insulin. Not off. They just...I miss...my sugar is down. So I'm off the insulin, I think."
She's breaking up. Her voice is slurred; she tells me: codeine… Read full post »
A few/… Read full post »
For those who pre-order: these will be incorporated into the final text)
A. Afirensis, after/
Arizona has passed new legislation and enlisted average citizens to carry out a do-over of the Painted Desert, in light colors. Lawmakers claim it was the cherished dream of early settlers to someday return this famous landmark to what some call the 'original scheme.'
Last December I had an Incident. Like a stroke.
I am left with a permanent tremor, some stuttering, and end-of-day claw-my-skin-off anxiety attacks. Grimacing. Unless I take my meds.
At its worst my whole right side shakes and I must stand, turn in tight circles with my head bent sideways,
… Read full post »
I smell lilacs and the new green smell under them, released as black earth crumbles away from brave two-leaves, trembling up on pale stalks. I smell lilacs and spring start, the water smell before the big leaves unfold, the cold splashed smell of trees buzzed-over
… Read full post »
I am not a believer, and yesterday I had a sacred, holy vision. I felt the touch of grace.
I blur, shake and cringe: nononono, not again, whydidisaythat?
In the 3rd grade, Mrs. Platner's--Miss Platypus, we called her--asked us each to come to the front of the class and describe our summer vacations. I listened: Chicago, Texas, Boston, Iowa, Denver; one luck/… Read full post »
D E U S , R E D A C T U S
*Approx.: "God(s) on a napkin"
from the Latin (as per Plexus):
'DEUS' -- or 'Theos' (anc.Gr.) (see: 'Teddy')
'REDACTUS' -- meaning 'a duck with fingers'
(trad. served au jus, hence: 'napkin')
(human,
… Read full post »
1. Don't go to the mall. If you are at the mall, go home.
2. Don't watch TV unless it's about wild animals.
3. Swing your arms vigorously. Turn your palms up.
4. Say 'sunny-side' until you are sick from saying/
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