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
- 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 - bigger than what I know
April 17, 2012 01:16AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “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 - “Precision, what morality
is, really, is the issue. Not
the
fable kind or magic
ki…”
May 11, 2012 02:06AM - “Magnificent
poems.
coooorrr of
pigeons, that S by the road,
his folding in,
the
d…”
May 03, 2012 01:55PM
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
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
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 »
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/
goodbye searchlight venus in the cobalt blue
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… Read full post »
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 »
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 »
your inside story
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 »
ever-lasting love
§
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 »
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/
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 »
safety quiz
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 will… Read full post »
bold daughters
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
… Read full post »
persistent stick
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 »
Trampled by Rudolph
Here comes Santa Claus
Breaking all the laws
Speeding in his sleigh!
If you don't want to be
Trampled by Rudolph
… Read full post »kissing distance
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
… Read full post »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 »
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 »
creation myth
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 »
I will roll your trousers up
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 »
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,… her honey-smack smile
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 »
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 »
a prayer to hour devourer
O Great Abridged-to-Nowhere and Digressive Textuaa,
O Limited Characters of Unlimited Assertions,
O Holy Hexadecimal 3B5998, the FB Blue,
O Towering and Shimmering Wall of Sacred Vapidity,
O Ephors of Infinite You- and Me-dia Without Citation,
O Hour Devourer,
O FB! Hear my ple/… Read full post »
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