January 2006
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learning
I’m just learning to see the world bad couplets and nothing feels like anyone’s ever done it or could really empathize. So, I T R Y Something A r T s y And laugh at my hideous pretense (I’d do more, but I can’t be botherd to typeset) A mindless man with longsuffering friends who hopefully get the joker and postpone his parole I’m just starting to see and my...
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Kafka's Imaginations
I have a very hard time deciding exactly what I think of Kafka. On one hand, there are many of his stories that I do not entirely get. On the other, there are things like The Judgment and Before the Law that evoke very strong reactions in me that I truely enjoy. Sometimes I even feel that I almost understand… In some cases the story is set in the ordinary and then, in the end, something...
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Appendix A.
there’s a mirror-man, with dark, rough hands, in the theatre-alley of retrospect that cues the finest intros his long-cane stills my stuttering lips and over-weight pride en-lightens a destroyer and a builder in turns I smile and fight him as his bruised hands motion for my next act bright stage lights flare precisely when I want a night scene the curtain falls untimely on my improv...
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what sort of ending?
fire licks the wounds it creates gentle, so not to fester ash remnants, at least, bear some gentle comforts… soft or coarse they may be touched without repulsion water rots what it does not wash away, sparing oblivion… but it is no mercy. there are dead things on the waves… So, raven… how can you smell an olive branch in this cold, vulgar mess? fragments gone or turned...
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disjointed
Many of you may think disjointed is the word for me recently anyway. Not that I mind. Today at a convenience store there were at least two crazy people. (edit: I am really not making fun here, I think our view of what is normal is crazy in itself) One of which obviously had a hard time reacting to the world. She’d move slowly toward everything that involved her…. it was obvious that...
Can he really turn?
I remember in 2nd grade I was in a class with 12 boys and 1 girl. It was a small town of 400, so weekends and after-school consisted of hunting frogs, beating up the new kid (me), and blowing up star wars figures (and thus any windfall that would have filled our college funds). Anyway, the culture was one of conformity. A few were the cool ones and we all took our cues. The music of the time was...
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Pillbug Tumbling
so fright fades unchanged just like last time with me rocking on my back blinking eyes segment my life and hedge it under brush where crushing shadows won’t loom where nothing pries me open Scamper to find a good beat or keep from careless beatings found damp and dark smells like dead leaves Fading revulsion Decaying senses, senseless still safety my nerves’ Savior with me rocking on...
Learning to Disdain...
It is a supposed truism that familiarity breeds contempt. Most days it certainly seems so. There are so many people you can get on well with, but days of exposure can turn that liking into a dull annoyance. Like a fast food window visited too many times in a weak, it’s strange to feel your stomach turn at, what used to be a welcome sight. But lately, I find the opposite to be true. I jumped...
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a dish of orts
just some little bits that came into my mind today… *** tiny fingers tangle pressing spark my soul, so tracing lines. the warm, soft press of her glad face speaks a silent choice to mine. *** As the house burns Friendships deepen, and sad hearts gladly reconcile. In ash, love bares it’s soul intention and bravely dares to smile. *** Be with me, my little writer wrestle angels, daybreak...