The responsibility of a writer is to convince an audience that a fictional emotion not only exists but should be felt...
The task of a musician is to forever recreate a once existing achievement...
6/28/2006
6/27/2006
6/24/2006
Fifth floor living without a yard....
He became a drunk to have something different to look at...
He stayed a drunk because he grew tired of the mirror....
He stayed a drunk because he grew tired of the mirror....
The real issue...
Our problem should never have been with Bush...
But with the idea that now...now anyone can become the President....
But with the idea that now...now anyone can become the President....
By the Brook
So i'm Standing by a Crystal Brook...
To my left?
There's a fish who's talking to me in jibberish...
To my right?
There's a fisherman who wants nothing more than to feed his family....
After a moments pause...
I look at them both...
Both of 'em...
Straight eyed and narrow...
and then I sigh....
To my left?
There's a fish who's talking to me in jibberish...
To my right?
There's a fisherman who wants nothing more than to feed his family....
After a moments pause...
I look at them both...
Both of 'em...
Straight eyed and narrow...
and then I sigh....
6/20/2006
The Best of You....
To be truly knowledgeable makes one vulnerable to doubt....
Thank you, knowledge...
Thank you, knowledge...
The Lesson Learned from a Myth
I saw Prometheus tonight...
And, Friend, did he ever look bad...
Real bad!
But, no, don't worry...
No, no, no....
I will see him again tomorrow...
I swear...!
And he'll be optimistic...healthy really...
Smiling....
Because this is the beauty of Prometheus....
(Kyle, this one was for you! To my eventual wife...honie, this one made me cry.)
And, Friend, did he ever look bad...
Real bad!
But, no, don't worry...
No, no, no....
I will see him again tomorrow...
I swear...!
And he'll be optimistic...healthy really...
Smiling....
Because this is the beauty of Prometheus....
(Kyle, this one was for you! To my eventual wife...honie, this one made me cry.)
Like two Joined Strangers, the one an Impostor, the Other his Shadow...
So, come on, & Assemble yourself!
caress madly this chambers' echo -
this great caged perfumed meridian!
To propagate our need for life.
To glory in self like a new-born infant
uncouth & silently prowling its great moon-lit stage
Purging the calls of history! -giving life form.
(w/ancient Indian paint)
and stroking ourselves by the shade.
we'll give life form,
prowl, and chase....
caress madly this chambers' echo -
this great caged perfumed meridian!
To propagate our need for life.
To glory in self like a new-born infant
uncouth & silently prowling its great moon-lit stage
Purging the calls of history! -giving life form.
(w/ancient Indian paint)
and stroking ourselves by the shade.
we'll give life form,
prowl, and chase....
The Perception of One' self.
The funny thing about perception is:
Regardless of the One you got
Someone always has another One for you.
The Cruelty of Death...
The cruelty of death is that it causes you to revamp your perceptions of someone you justifiably grew to hate...
We are creatures of habit; in this also lies the cruelty of death.
We are creatures of habit; in this also lies the cruelty of death.
(Docket # 1929848 Reality V. Dream)
In a dream you float beside a beautiful, vague, and an aesthetically pleasing ass.
In reality, you're confronted by two hairy moles--inches shy of her
crack--a birthmark dark and menacing...
and something else, something wholly unwanted--a smell, it seems, warning you of once consumed food...
The future is quite like the former, the present too much like the latter.
In reality, you're confronted by two hairy moles--inches shy of her
crack--a birthmark dark and menacing...
and something else, something wholly unwanted--a smell, it seems, warning you of once consumed food...
The future is quite like the former, the present too much like the latter.
Value
I wish there was some moral or didactic quality to
this work, for no other reason than to put a
conventional wind to my sails, to stop a
free-drift to literary oblivion; but like a typical
atheist who, before his slaughter, will no doubt
seek the aid of God, I too, despite contrary
conviction, am forever destined to wordy, generally
incoherent and long-winded canvasses of
thought.
this work, for no other reason than to put a
conventional wind to my sails, to stop a
free-drift to literary oblivion; but like a typical
atheist who, before his slaughter, will no doubt
seek the aid of God, I too, despite contrary
conviction, am forever destined to wordy, generally
incoherent and long-winded canvasses of
thought.
Winter Spies
We were sipping the hot ashes of a dream (upon a sofa)
when all the sudden a shard of hair stained my eye.
The act--the only of its kind--caught the glare of a nearby fly
from here a majestic excitement unfolds
one of us parts...
&
The good and the bad of it is this: her attraction/repulsion for the person you are, will have more to do w/ her than it will ever have with you.
Arbitary Values A=1, B=2, C=3,... A Scoff on Poetic Theory and Metre
Poetry should never have been written by numbers.
For painting by numbers is left to children.
Nay, poetry should pluck nature's possibilities
not restrict itself to repetitive,
overused mathematical feet and equations.
For the success of this art is nothing
more than a mask of literary achievement,
a false artistry and a basic contradiction
to the idea that art and mathematics are
separate disciplines.
If art is to progress: Gentlemen,
16, 12, 5, 1, 19, 5 + 12, 5, 20,' 19 + 6, 15, 18, 7, 5, 20 + 20, 8, 5 + 2, 15, 25, + 20, 8, 1, 20, + 12, 5, 20, + 20, 8, 5 + 6, 15, 18, 13 + 18, 21, 12, 5 + 8, 9, 1 9 + 8, 1, 14, 4
Minus
1, 14, 4, + 6, 15, 18, 7, 5, 20 + 20, 8, 5 + 13, 5, 14 + 23, 8, 15 + 7, 1, 22, 5 + 20, 8, 5 + 2, 15, 25 + 20, 8, 5, + 6, 15, 18, 13
equals
1, 14, 4 + 19, 5, 20 + "9" + 10, 1, 13, 5, 19 + 6, 18, 5, 5
For painting by numbers is left to children.
Nay, poetry should pluck nature's possibilities
not restrict itself to repetitive,
overused mathematical feet and equations.
For the success of this art is nothing
more than a mask of literary achievement,
a false artistry and a basic contradiction
to the idea that art and mathematics are
separate disciplines.
If art is to progress: Gentlemen,
16, 12, 5, 1, 19, 5 + 12, 5, 20,' 19 + 6, 15, 18, 7, 5, 20 + 20, 8, 5 + 2, 15, 25, + 20, 8, 1, 20, + 12, 5, 20, + 20, 8, 5 + 6, 15, 18, 13 + 18, 21, 12, 5 + 8, 9, 1 9 + 8, 1, 14, 4
Minus
1, 14, 4, + 6, 15, 18, 7, 5, 20 + 20, 8, 5 + 13, 5, 14 + 23, 8, 15 + 7, 1, 22, 5 + 20, 8, 5 + 2, 15, 25 + 20, 8, 5, + 6, 15, 18, 13
equals
1, 14, 4 + 19, 5, 20 + "9" + 10, 1, 13, 5, 19 + 6, 18, 5, 5
Dear (X)
Well that certainly was a nice round of sodomy. Thank you...
Thank you, kindly,
Sincerely yours,
James
To give life form
To Give Life Form
To give life form:We'll stand like smitten children building castles out of forts.
We'll stand knee-deep in the fluttering air
To watch the meager remnants of our naive youth,
dance themselves outside the bedroom door.
We'll stand by ancient rebels,
engaged in triumphs.
We'll dance
Slumber
And reign.
(w/ancient Indian paint)
and stroking ourselves by the shade.
we'll give life form,
prowl, and chase.
Let us live, Ophelia.
Not like a weary stifled witness
but like a mad starving child
wildly biking our streemers
through the city streets
So then, when all is quiet,
When all the day's fever dies,
and the blind majesty of our excitement unfolds
you will look at me and speak of your day
like you did yesterday.
burning beneath the
ambers of our
freedom fire...
let us give life-form.
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