Nowadays everyone's gettin' so famous

Miley Cyrus may be a total airhead but shit...it feels as though my friends are getting famous or at least the recognition they deserve. My friend was interviewed on Spike Jonze's blog for his photography, my ex-girlfriend's band was on daytrotter, (some of my poems are being published and yes this is a shameless plug), it is only a matter of time before my other friends get their due time. Keep it up!

Running My Face Over With a Vacuum Cleaner

Fucking idiot. Really tired of being a fucking idiot captain shithead jerk. I think I need a shirt that says this, or a panel inside my arm that you can open up for information on why I will destroy you and myself and resent, resent, resent forever. Someone told me I spoke like my mother yesterday, I was a little put-off by this for reasons I will not disclose. Being home is always weird, every time weirder, never better, never more intriguing than the last, never a boost up, just plain fucking strange. By now, I suppose I should plan on this. I should plan on anything I am happy about to disappoint, right? I should plan on never hearing you through the wire, I should plan on never seeing them, I should plan on never more than 5 minutes of happiness a day. Maybe that is all people need but that sure as shit does not satisfy right now.

Never in my life have I been more claustrophobic at a family gathering and wanted nothing more than to hide in the car under my jacket and breathe real loud and maybe call someone to hold my ears instead of my hands, than today. I did call but y'know that whole disappoint thing. I'm just disappointing myself. I'm not writing/have not been writing since I finally got something published which is really dumb. So stupid. I won't be published again for another threee years probably. I'm not sure why these posts either digress or regress into some child-like state where my words become limited to dumb, stupid, and crappy. What an asshole.

Dave Eggers is great! I should write him a letter and mail him a high five!

Namely Names

However strange it may be that the internet is a tool to help solicit for projects, I plan to do so. I need to come up with a final creative project that relates to a poem that has resonated with me over the course of the semester.

The poem I have selected is called "Saying Your Names" by Richard Siken from his book, Crush. The poem is nearly three pages of variations on a name, how we name things, what we name, the people we name and so on, completely exploding the idea of "what's in a name?"

Here is where you come in, I am asking for you to leave here names you have for me as though my name were not Zachary Raum Green. They can be perverse, honest, serious, insincere, adjectives, nicknames, a name you could see me going by, or whatever strikes you from this prompt. Please do not feel restricted.

After I receive your responses I plan to assemble a poem including these names.