February 2011
52 posts
January 2011
42 posts
How strange it is to be anything at all.
“It was not the thought that I was so unloved that froze me. I had taught myself to do without love. It was not the thought that God was cruel that froze me. I had taught myself never to expect anything from Him. What froze me was the fact that I had absolutely no reason to move in any direction. What had made me move through so many dead and pointless years was curiosity. Now even that...
splash
the illusion is that you are simply reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem. this is a beggar’s knife. this is a tulip. this is a soldier marching through Madrid. this is you on your death bed. this is Li Po laughing underground. this is not a god-damned poem. this is a horse asleep. a butterfly in your brain. this is the devil’s circus. you are not...
we’re getting out of here
way outta here
maybe we’ll come back
maybe not
but I’m sure the view
will be lovely.
so you want to be a writer?
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don’t do it. if you’re doing it for money or fame, don’t do...
Walking home alone in the nighttime woods with freshly fallen snow you’re trying to find a way to pass the long way you have left. Eventually you come to a thought that maybe singing a song will help pass the time. Searching your mind and memory for all of the songs you have heard and can remember the lyrics to proves harder than you initially assumed. You start a song, make it a verse in, and...
“Life is too important to be taken seriously.”
-Oscar Wilde
turn around.
and walk
walk
walk
walk
walk
walk
walk
all the way back.
You can’t sleep. There is a dog outside, barking. It isn’t your dog, you know it isn’t your dog. Because you don’t have a dog. So you turn on the television to hopefully make you sleepy enough to forget about the barking. An rerun of an old t.v. show is on, and you vaguely remember watching this very same episode with your younger brother when you were a kid. This leads to a train of...