Greg Correll

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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.

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MAY 25, 2012 2:33AM

pill hell

First, and we'll find out as we go, maybe it's this brain pill, right? It accounts for all this dislocation, in how I think and write. But let's look at how I get you and me safely away, to the place where I tell you about brain pills, the whole… Read full post »
MAY 23, 2012 1:37AM

I read Found

 

My friend Tobe Carey, an award-winning filmmaker (http://www.documentaryworld.com/),
recorded me reading "Found",
my piece about learning I had Parkinson's Disease.
Originally posted to Open Salon
(http://open.salon.com/blog/greg_correll/2012/01/18/found),
it has

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MAY 11, 2012 2:50AM

the Bains of existence

 

 

Precision, what morality is, really, that's the issue. Not the fable kind or magic kind or pompous, polemic, or promised kind, but real morality.

Morality means evolving governance over our vanity, and increasing our awareness of other's suffering. You know, human values. Understand… Read full post »

MAY 9, 2012 7:45PM

a delirium in the undertow


Every day in every way,
I am a fearful New,
a moment-to-moment
rediscovery of uncertain Now,
and less a measured ration,
the settled-for plate of leftovers,
of all my ordinary Befores.

Who I am now is a discontinuity,
a delirium in the undertow.
I fade away, the I that/

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All of this,
what we share here,
comes from real human fingertips, bothering to touch keys

as our hearts keep pace: too slow, too fast; 
panic and I-want-to-go and I-am-done; tidal inhalations as I type.
I am full of thought. Then I am emptied of language itself.

Letters
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APRIL 17, 2012 1:16AM

bigger than what I know

I need a book.

I need a writer who surrenders with all his might.
I need to read a story by a sly and steady hand,
from a calm and fathomless heart, read 
the urgent whispers of an ecstatic soul chained to a rock;
a writer of grim discipline, prone to voluptuous… Read full post »

APRIL 11, 2012 10:37AM

what it's really like

From inside the skin, across the gulf, here's what it is:
sometimes "it" just has to play out, and I lack the ability
to put together words to explain it.
Sometimes—last night—
I am in pain: odd, quaking, frantic, at the cut-tin-edge, 
and while kindness is good
good good, as ne… Read full post »

APRIL 10, 2012 12:33AM

your inside story

You, a lady like no other
I will always know the way of you.
You throw the blankets off your legs,
your sigh and irritated rocking,
the thump of your heel on the bed
when you say "no-o-o...",
when I ask "can I do for you?"

I know your inside story.
You/… Read full post »
MARCH 31, 2012 5:03PM

ever-lasting love

 

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I endure being circled by otters,

who steal my fish and crack my clams.

I do so because you are near, and you know me: 

a selfish crab, clinging to wrack, expecting only bits, 

always be-falling on the tide, too far from shore.

 

You feed me anyway.… Read full post »

MARCH 13, 2012 9:04AM

a tic for doggerol

Comes a Tourette'd farce

from a man of manic parts.

Read my shake-rattling scroll,

the daily toll of the abridgement troll.



I repeat, as if thick,

and with a ghastly tic,

as if movement mimics meaning,

my tremors urge me to sing

ditties without reason,

witless of their treason:

for/

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FEBRUARY 9, 2012 11:27PM

i am all here

 

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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,

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FEBRUARY 6, 2012 12:05AM

for rocky


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/

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JANUARY 19, 2012 12:14AM

Found

Today four mild doctors on the Upright East Side, four Mosi from Mt. Sinai, tell me it's Parkinson's.

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 »
JANUARY 6, 2012 10:06AM

safety quiz

Instructions

Use a sharp Number Two pencil. Read all the questions carefully. Find the best answer and write its letter in the margin next to the question. You can re-use any of the answers if you think they apply. None of this counts on your final grade, but we willRead full post »
DECEMBER 27, 2011 11:40PM

bold daughters


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I like bold daughters who speak their mind,
make a firm declaration, and
strike out on their own road.

I like bold daughters who hesitate just enough,
daven just a little, to be balanced and nimble along the way,
to be sure-footed in the inevitable ruts and gravel and rain.

I
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DECEMBER 20, 2011 10:55AM

persistent stick

barrell hammer, drawing by Greg Correll


I become a writer in this room 
a pure flame in a tinderbox 
a shattered limb with a sole green bud 
a sonic boom in a hollow tomb 
a phosphoric lotus under crushing tides 
my broken hand pulls stainless wire 
deadly thin and set within 
a line of… Read full post »
DECEMBER 18, 2011 5:44PM

Trampled by Rudolph

(to the tune of "Here Comes Santa Claus")

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Here comes Santa Claus 

Breaking all the laws

Speeding in his sleigh!

 

If you don't want to be

Trampled by Rudolph

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DECEMBER 14, 2011 3:13PM

kissing distance

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At kissing distance 

we love attentive eyes 

the fold on the jaw near the ear 

the slope of a shoulder 

the velvet feel of a cheek 

 

we love as if breath and skin and beat

are one

 

age and color and plumbing

disappointment and grief and raw

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DECEMBER 8, 2011 12:24PM

Last night with Salon

It was a great event. So much energy, so many quick wits. I had no alcohol, so I could keep up. Cranky Cuss is right: Emily is sweet, attentive, and has a harried look, like someone who reads way too many OS posts every day. I can't imagine the intellectual challenge, and workload,… Read full post »

DECEMBER 4, 2011 5:46PM

Kourtney and Kim Occupy Manhattan

 

Waddling away from the helicopter, Kim teetered in the gusting wind, and dropped her $32,000 custom-made Louis Vuitton ostrich-hatchling-skin size-all bag, spilling $27,000 worth of dna-matched whipped-civit-cat makeup, a $58,000 ruby-encrusted iPhone, a ziploc bag of invaluable pharmaceutical… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 30, 2011 6:45PM

creation myth

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Once upon a time there was no time
and god was like every other god: 
all of them fine, and any and every was divine.
Being was just Be.

No thing but hum. Every one keen.

Then god who was not God in no time at all
felt a ripple… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 5, 2011 1:14AM

I will roll your trousers up

Have I a tower by the sea
where piny cliffs tumble
to the combed spray and pocketed sand,
and will there be books?

Flat on my back after a day's false labor
I want a comma cove inside,
all wild breakers far away,/… Read full post »
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OCTOBER 14, 2011 10:44AM

Occupy Woodstock

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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.

GreedIsNotGood Kingston, New York, is in Ulster County,…

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OCTOBER 10, 2011 10:29AM

her honey-smack smile

I.

Before her
love was
tender regard of an other
in the cold face of an other
and I lived in the margins of death's book.

Her art, her blurt,
her intrusion into me
is still now, still present.

It is in the word I want.
It is how she/… Read full post »
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SEPTEMBER 30, 2011 11:33AM

grip foot

 

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 »