My world is on fire today, and yet I still say, and do, “Go, go, and tan beneath the sun.” I am on my way to do it– I wanted to let you know.
Archive for October, 2007
A Testament of the Times.
Posted in Poet on October 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Mid-night,wife,rift. Part Onesided.
Posted in Poet on October 22, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
What remained, but run from it, or in defeat, relent. Either to fight death, alive, or, take it to death, and hold it there: what is the same for both, is everything. (“Your death is so (de)void, absolute,” a man said long ago) I will run from you, how much can I warn [...]
Why Death / Why Still
Posted in Poet on October 21, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Who would care to listen, of course me, who has the answer and question ready, me, I will be here listening untill you leave: let me listen. And so be still then, so still, you listen to everything else drown out, what it is you came here for, to hear me out. I [...]
A-Script/Letter-B
Posted in Note on October 18, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
“He said it,” He said. No, I didn’t say it, I wouldn’t dare try to say it any other way—than as he said it. That’s why I write objectively as much as possible. Or better, that’s why I write as if there were two here, that way the reader can easily tell [...]
To: Girl, By: Cupid’s Advice
Posted in Poet on October 5, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
You know why I think of you?
“It’s that tiniest smile,
I wrap myself around,” I say.
When you call me
Driving,
I think of the lines, your
Between, how perfect it
Could be if you believed
One side yours,
The other mine,
Because as you go
I’m with you
If you want me to.
If I am a passanger
Or a man asking,
“Can I wash your windshield,”
At every [...]
Heaven’s Arc
Posted in Note, Philosophy on October 5, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Imagine a place where the grass is straight, and no matter what you look at, or for, the field continues on in an endless rhythm of lines. In this place the ground is flat, so much so, that if you drop a ball, dime, or anything at all, it stops on the spot, or [...]
Distillism: calming things themselves.
Posted in Ethic, Note on October 1, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
As it’s been said, like I’ve always said, “Saying goodbye is like the last bite of a meal. If it doesn’t work out, then you’ll have to start all-over from the beginning.” The situations are inestimable where this saying would have saved many people a little worrying. Take for example when you [...]
