Friday, November 5, 2010
a winter's memory
These winter surprises! These goddamned perfect winter surprises. From bundled angles & shapes beyond what the human form could comprehend, 2 eyes peer, absorb & question. Then the unravelling begins. Mitts, hat, scarves… layer upon layer being removed. And w/ a giggle an all but holy smile illuminates first her face & then the whole room. O, these winter surprises! These goddamned perfect winter surprises.
Monday, November 1, 2010
...pooffff...
oh filmed over rheumy eyes,
cataracted and dim,
you have only to disolve the illusion,
to let the Light back in.
cataracted and dim,
you have only to disolve the illusion,
to let the Light back in.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
...new poem...
…new poem…
the bar bottles on the rack
Christmas lights lit from the back
Sparkle; (reflected) energy bounces
Back, out
A million details could draw my
Eye in another direction, a hundred
Sounds could draw & distract me
… but for you
Vee-necked tight blk teed
Double-tongues she’d
Possess me complete
Totally charming, in all yr
Actions, in all yr grace, in all
Yr rhythms … am I dreaming
You, different? What hungers, what appetites you inspire in my thinking, in my shoes. There is a beautiful line, (barrier? No-man’s land, belt, heaven field) that flashes briefly, fleetingly between the bottom of yr blk tee & the top of yr jeans. Yr skin a dream of strength & softness.
How is the dream connected to the reality? W/out damage done to other states? How to dream you & know you? The balance of the gods. Who’s yr favourite god? … and what’s yr name tonight?
quotes somewhat gathered
"How bold one gets when one is sure of being loved." Sigmund Freud
"For one brief moment today I thought I was winning in the game of life. But there was a flag on the play." - Charlie Brown.
“The end of the human race will be that it will eventually die of civilization.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Making a better world, makes a better world.” S.O.B.
“And we should consider everyday lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.” Nietzsche
“Against boredom even the gods must struggle.” – F. Nietzsche
Wein, Weiber und Gesang. So say the poets in their verses: Wine, women, and song!
“Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.” Nietzsche
“Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.”
Arthur Rimaud
“… in my travels through this dark, when I find something that I can love, and do love, then the darkness scales fall from my eyes and the world is illuminated to me as it appears. Let darkness melt to light’s desire.” S.O.B.
“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.” ~Albert Einstein
"Only the dead have seen the end of war." Plato
“…whoever posseses little is possessed that much less; praised be a little poverty.” Nietzsche
“All things truly wicked start from an innocence.” Hemingway
“Beware all enterprises that require new clothes.” Thoreau
“The Eye sees more than the Heart.” Wm. Blake
“The heaventree of stars hung w/ humid nightblue fruit.” Joyce
“…and have to batter my head against the general emptiness when I want to explain something to someone.” Kerouac
"Be not the slave of your own past. Plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old." Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? … There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. … And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
-Marianne Williamson (Made famous by Nelson Mandela)
"You create your own universe as you go along" Winston Churchill
"All that we are is a result of what we have thought" – Buddha
"What this power is, I cannot say. All I know is that it exists."
Alexander Graham Bell
"Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life's coming
attractions." Albert Einstein
"Whatever the mind of man can conceive, it can achieve" W. Clement
Stone
practice |ˈpraktəs|: 1 the actual application or use of an idea, belief, or method as opposed to theories about such application or use. 2 repeated exercise in or performance of an activity or skill so as to acquire or maintain proficiency in it
“Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day.” Nietzsche
“Sponges grow in the ocean. That just kills me. I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be if that didn't happen.” Steven Wright
“When I was little I had a mood swing set.” Steven Wright
"For one brief moment today I thought I was winning in the game of life. But there was a flag on the play." - Charlie Brown.
“The end of the human race will be that it will eventually die of civilization.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Making a better world, makes a better world.” S.O.B.
“And we should consider everyday lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.” Nietzsche
“Against boredom even the gods must struggle.” – F. Nietzsche
Wein, Weiber und Gesang. So say the poets in their verses: Wine, women, and song!
“Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.” Nietzsche
“Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.”
Arthur Rimaud
“… in my travels through this dark, when I find something that I can love, and do love, then the darkness scales fall from my eyes and the world is illuminated to me as it appears. Let darkness melt to light’s desire.” S.O.B.
“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.” ~Albert Einstein
"Only the dead have seen the end of war." Plato
“…whoever posseses little is possessed that much less; praised be a little poverty.” Nietzsche
“All things truly wicked start from an innocence.” Hemingway
“Beware all enterprises that require new clothes.” Thoreau
“The Eye sees more than the Heart.” Wm. Blake
“The heaventree of stars hung w/ humid nightblue fruit.” Joyce
“…and have to batter my head against the general emptiness when I want to explain something to someone.” Kerouac
"Be not the slave of your own past. Plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old." Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? … There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. … And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
-Marianne Williamson (Made famous by Nelson Mandela)
"You create your own universe as you go along" Winston Churchill
"All that we are is a result of what we have thought" – Buddha
"What this power is, I cannot say. All I know is that it exists."
Alexander Graham Bell
"Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life's coming
attractions." Albert Einstein
"Whatever the mind of man can conceive, it can achieve" W. Clement
Stone
practice |ˈpraktəs|: 1 the actual application or use of an idea, belief, or method as opposed to theories about such application or use. 2 repeated exercise in or performance of an activity or skill so as to acquire or maintain proficiency in it
“Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day.” Nietzsche
“Sponges grow in the ocean. That just kills me. I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be if that didn't happen.” Steven Wright
“When I was little I had a mood swing set.” Steven Wright
Friday, February 12, 2010
A Sonnet for the eternal her of Montréal (take eight)
False Muse by name of Siren I call you
Through the burning night they’re drinking
My soul, my self, my spirit’s talent true
Ah Muse, to the Siren’s song I’m sinking
And yet, cooly, you stand apart from this
On my behalf you will not interevene
Your sway and powers, for me, run amiss
I wonder how you did cut me so clean
With your sweet touch I rose above the rest
Now in my woe blackness plunged you delight
Filled with your energy you loved me best
In dark solitudes you showed me your light
Was nothing more than a wet match burning
Confusion; no more than a trick of yearning
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
pocket paper moments: thoughts on the move
-Kisses are as unique as the language they are from.
- Rollcals: locals that smoke.
- “Don’t pander to mediocrity.”
- Looking at the young woman’s eyelashes from one seat behind, and one over, all I can think is wow they are so long; could it be a trompe d’oeil? Hahaha.
- “…because it’s mine.” “Do you know why the Chinese don’t use this finger?” He asked showing her his pinkie. “No. Why?” she replied.
…
- Fringe Play: Nugless performed like a radio play.
- The Lily
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep a threat’ning horn:
While the Lily white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
Wm. Blake
- Cold. And what I mean by that is… not warm… and what I mean by that is…
- Chateau I’mrich
- B. talking about how books when they 1st appeared were like movies, (Avatar), that they took, possesed, transported people to places outside of themselves. They had POWER. I am transported for exactly the same reasons.
- Loping, the server here lopes. I think at one pt. she was BIG and she still carries the weight in her mind/body motion.
- there is a fitness of mind & being here that allows for the possibility of balance. O how everything builds.
- O, to be among the humans again. I am happy… to be the pt. of trepidation.
- Words move, prepare and finally concrete the moment; well or not.
- a typewriter, O Erika, how can I balance life with the word? Hmm.
- “Here’s a tidbit of information to add to yr infinite knowledge bank.
“You’re an Ass!”
- Free, free, free. As light as a ray of sunshine. The great mother of light; the source. The Original. Blessed am I. Blessed am I.
- the uniform of the hip is never more creative than the lowest common denomintor ever. (ZING!)
- Another damn winter surprise! W/ a 1 million candle smile. I am warm warmed.
- Irony should be thrown like a left jab, smack, smack, smack… as a set up for the right hook.
- J.M.,
Yr Beauty is, and always has been, pure Klimt. (Actually better ‘cos of the dance you continuously do w/ yr humanity.) Man, you are the beautiful.
- Peeking into, peeping into, the smile of another. Well, that fills me w/ such a feeling of trespassing but trespassing w/ a purpose. O, how I love being a human being. (Piercing, always piercing, the sleep of reason!)
- Humour to the humourless is, well… I can’t even imagine.
- Flip Art poems & Haikus: YES! Technology-like.
- Rollcals: locals that smoke.
- “Don’t pander to mediocrity.”
- Looking at the young woman’s eyelashes from one seat behind, and one over, all I can think is wow they are so long; could it be a trompe d’oeil? Hahaha.
- “…because it’s mine.” “Do you know why the Chinese don’t use this finger?” He asked showing her his pinkie. “No. Why?” she replied.
…
- Fringe Play: Nugless performed like a radio play.
- The Lily
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep a threat’ning horn:
While the Lily white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
Wm. Blake
- Cold. And what I mean by that is… not warm… and what I mean by that is…
- Chateau I’mrich
- B. talking about how books when they 1st appeared were like movies, (Avatar), that they took, possesed, transported people to places outside of themselves. They had POWER. I am transported for exactly the same reasons.
- Loping, the server here lopes. I think at one pt. she was BIG and she still carries the weight in her mind/body motion.
- there is a fitness of mind & being here that allows for the possibility of balance. O how everything builds.
- O, to be among the humans again. I am happy… to be the pt. of trepidation.
- Words move, prepare and finally concrete the moment; well or not.
- a typewriter, O Erika, how can I balance life with the word? Hmm.
- “Here’s a tidbit of information to add to yr infinite knowledge bank.
“You’re an Ass!”
- Free, free, free. As light as a ray of sunshine. The great mother of light; the source. The Original. Blessed am I. Blessed am I.
- the uniform of the hip is never more creative than the lowest common denomintor ever. (ZING!)
- Another damn winter surprise! W/ a 1 million candle smile. I am warm warmed.
- Irony should be thrown like a left jab, smack, smack, smack… as a set up for the right hook.
- J.M.,
Yr Beauty is, and always has been, pure Klimt. (Actually better ‘cos of the dance you continuously do w/ yr humanity.) Man, you are the beautiful.
- Peeking into, peeping into, the smile of another. Well, that fills me w/ such a feeling of trespassing but trespassing w/ a purpose. O, how I love being a human being. (Piercing, always piercing, the sleep of reason!)
- Humour to the humourless is, well… I can’t even imagine.
- Flip Art poems & Haikus: YES! Technology-like.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
excerpt from: "Bullets For Babylon"
Part l
Why? That’s the big question. How to answer it?
Am I going to start this with some confession about how unfair this world has been to me? How I’ve been hard done by? That Lady Luck is a bitch? I could. And maybe I should. But I don’t want to begin on some down note. ‘Cos that’s not who I am. I’m a realist. I deal in reality.
I’m suppose to turn 19 next month. What a thought! I wonder what the ratio is of people who have turned 19 to those who have not made it that far? I plan on changing the numbers.
My kid brother’s a cripple. No reason really. Just a bad roll of the dice. We were all running, jumping, diving, off of Red Rock into the quarry pond. Free falling feet, head, ass and belly first. Thrills & kicks, y’know. Nothing out of the ordinary. We must have all done it at least a couple of hundred times each over the years. And out of all of it, Robbie was the one to do it... well wrong.
It was the sound that tipped us off. And it was sorta strange ‘cos somehow instinctively, collectively, we all knew. In different stages we went and looked over the edge. No thought of the circumstances. Just a curiosity, really.
Now, when you jump and hit the water you go down about 20-25 feet and it’s 4-5 seconds before you re-surface. But not with Robbie. He sank. And maybe, just maybe, if I had of known then what the outcome was going to be I would have left him. Left him to be whole.
* * *
...and fuck it. Really & in an absolute way. ‘Cos I’m not wrong in these thoughts. There has to be a cleansing of sorts. A washing away of the shit & scum. A cull of sorts... a human cull. To remove the rotten, the turning, the venal. And someway or other I realize I am the light. I am the way.
* * *
internecine love... the only kind I ever lived. And to what end? The fruition of all my desires. How much better could it be? Rosaly, o you lovely bitch, my heart is yours but I get to keep my puritan brain. These bullets are like a love letter, sweet, pure and deadly to its cause. O, Rosaly, you are all that I will miss. How could one so fucked up be so beautiful?
* * *
These days feel so confining. Everything pushing down on me. And I wonder why? I am not in need of much. Sure a car would be nice. But in the same moment I haven’t worked for a car so it’s kinda moot to think that I should have one really. I have this feeling of not being able to move, to do anything that it would not be the same, perhaps w/ a different view but still the same gnawing feeling. The gnawing of nothingness. I have an idea, a plan that I want to put into effect. It is grand. It will be earth moving. I think I may be a little afraid. There are things that will unfold as this journal goes on. It won’t take long. Maybe a week or two. I’ll do my best to get it done right and in a way that is both efficient & expedient. I’ve been in the army cadets for years now. They taught me about discipline, planning and achieving the objective. “My men didn’t cheat. They adapted, they improvised and they overcame.” Hamburger Hill and the Clinter, or somthing like that.
* * *
Why? That’s the big question. How to answer it?
Am I going to start this with some confession about how unfair this world has been to me? How I’ve been hard done by? That Lady Luck is a bitch? I could. And maybe I should. But I don’t want to begin on some down note. ‘Cos that’s not who I am. I’m a realist. I deal in reality.
I’m suppose to turn 19 next month. What a thought! I wonder what the ratio is of people who have turned 19 to those who have not made it that far? I plan on changing the numbers.
My kid brother’s a cripple. No reason really. Just a bad roll of the dice. We were all running, jumping, diving, off of Red Rock into the quarry pond. Free falling feet, head, ass and belly first. Thrills & kicks, y’know. Nothing out of the ordinary. We must have all done it at least a couple of hundred times each over the years. And out of all of it, Robbie was the one to do it... well wrong.
It was the sound that tipped us off. And it was sorta strange ‘cos somehow instinctively, collectively, we all knew. In different stages we went and looked over the edge. No thought of the circumstances. Just a curiosity, really.
Now, when you jump and hit the water you go down about 20-25 feet and it’s 4-5 seconds before you re-surface. But not with Robbie. He sank. And maybe, just maybe, if I had of known then what the outcome was going to be I would have left him. Left him to be whole.
* * *
...and fuck it. Really & in an absolute way. ‘Cos I’m not wrong in these thoughts. There has to be a cleansing of sorts. A washing away of the shit & scum. A cull of sorts... a human cull. To remove the rotten, the turning, the venal. And someway or other I realize I am the light. I am the way.
* * *
internecine love... the only kind I ever lived. And to what end? The fruition of all my desires. How much better could it be? Rosaly, o you lovely bitch, my heart is yours but I get to keep my puritan brain. These bullets are like a love letter, sweet, pure and deadly to its cause. O, Rosaly, you are all that I will miss. How could one so fucked up be so beautiful?
* * *
These days feel so confining. Everything pushing down on me. And I wonder why? I am not in need of much. Sure a car would be nice. But in the same moment I haven’t worked for a car so it’s kinda moot to think that I should have one really. I have this feeling of not being able to move, to do anything that it would not be the same, perhaps w/ a different view but still the same gnawing feeling. The gnawing of nothingness. I have an idea, a plan that I want to put into effect. It is grand. It will be earth moving. I think I may be a little afraid. There are things that will unfold as this journal goes on. It won’t take long. Maybe a week or two. I’ll do my best to get it done right and in a way that is both efficient & expedient. I’ve been in the army cadets for years now. They taught me about discipline, planning and achieving the objective. “My men didn’t cheat. They adapted, they improvised and they overcame.” Hamburger Hill and the Clinter, or somthing like that.
* * *
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