The Subversive Symphony
9.20.2008
hello.
¶ 4:54 PM 3 comments
9.01.2006
untitled
a fistful of mysteries --¶ 12:51 AM 4 comments
you lie low
lie low
lie
low
for the time being.a slow sigh
tugs at my sleeve,"it's time to leave"
and leave we will,
believe you me.
6.20.2006
5.06.2006
3.07.2006
nothing is magical, of course, because the world is made of magic. so much magic all the time, that we have become desensitized to it.
we are beings of glittering perfection, stumbling drunkenly through the cosmos in a haze of glittering perfection, too much glittering perfection to take in all at once.
(do you see how ugly that phrase got, by the third time i used it?)
so we just don't bother. we are almost completely incapable. ¶ 4:52 PM 4 comments
we are beings of glittering perfection, stumbling drunkenly through the cosmos in a haze of glittering perfection, too much glittering perfection to take in all at once.
(do you see how ugly that phrase got, by the third time i used it?)
so we just don't bother. we are almost completely incapable. ¶ 4:52 PM 4 comments
2.27.2006
reality.
for all the times i have claimed, metaphysically, sardonically, melancholically what have you, not to exist, it seems now that it may be my greatest asset in achieving literary acclaim.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jt_leroy
i wish i were fictional. ¶ 1:18 PM 1 comments
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jt_leroy
i wish i were fictional. ¶ 1:18 PM 1 comments
1.18.2006
rock and roll
so, i don't really know what to call this one...or what happened to the entry i already made with it in it...but i am very proud of this
¶ 3:19 PM 1 comments
12.29.2005
Remember me?
You probably don't. I know I don't.
here is a new piece. I call it Jultide City.
The ancient Nordic festival "Jul" of course, being where we get our English word "Yule." It is a time to celebrate extended darkness and the rebirth of light, a time to celebrate endings and beginnings, etc. what does any of this have to do with the poem, you might ask. Figure it out yourself, I would probably answer. ¶ 6:55 PM 2 comments
You probably don't. I know I don't.
here is a new piece. I call it Jultide City.
The ancient Nordic festival "Jul" of course, being where we get our English word "Yule." It is a time to celebrate extended darkness and the rebirth of light, a time to celebrate endings and beginnings, etc. what does any of this have to do with the poem, you might ask. Figure it out yourself, I would probably answer. ¶ 6:55 PM 2 comments
11.28.2005
shameless, shameless
buy my book!
featuring poems that are no longer available for reading, poems that were only ever available to listen to until now, and poems written so recently only i have read them!
thanks for supporting a starving poet! ¶ 8:57 PM 1 comments
featuring poems that are no longer available for reading, poems that were only ever available to listen to until now, and poems written so recently only i have read them!
thanks for supporting a starving poet! ¶ 8:57 PM 1 comments
