Give us dirty politicians – Elizabeth Day for The Guardian I have to say I have been heartily irritated by the puritanical response to Rob Ford’s admission of drug and alcohol use. I don’t live in Toronto, of course, but according to this author the man still has a higher approval rating than the british […]
Year: 2013
on todays headlines (navy yard shooter)
“SHOOTER HEARD VOICES”. Not relevant, sorry. Lots of people hear voices. I hear voices sometimes. Maybe it belongs in the article But not in 72-point bold capitals on the front page to headline. It just doesn’t matter. And you’re increasing the interesting stigmas I face on a daily basis. Bastard journalist/ newspaper editor. Asses. (as i […]
A Less-Noticed, More-Influential Reason Writers Write: To Talk
A Less-Noticed, More-Influential Reason Writers Write: To Talk The human desire for conversation often gets left out of the discussion about how the Internet has empowered amateur writers. NOAH BERLATSKYJUN 12 2013, 4:04 PM ET
Poetry Isn’t as Useless as a Lot of Poets Say It Is
Poetry Isn’t as Useless as a Lot of Poets Say It Is A recent speech at Yale inadvertently sums up what’s wrong with the art form these days: Its gatekeepers believe poetry matters because it’s poetry, not because of what it says. NOAH BERLATSKYSEP 12 2013, 7:30 AM ET
Disembodied from Earth
amber sparks imitation / automatic writing – to-edit-2020 initially the ramp went sideways There was no time. We weren’t there. No one was. No one ever had been. Our pieces fell into place but there was nowhere to go. We were lost. Lost without our human bodies. Tearing of faces, tearing of hair except that […]
Midnight
Solitude Finally a brief peace Silence Moonlight Dreams of night, the mind travels Reconnecting to self Darkness Breathe ^*^ calm the waves Sleep The morning brings new knowledge, new deeds Midnight
The poetry of the forest
The poetry of the forest Rains solace on the lonely Their skins have grown thick, though They barely feel it Each individual leaf The pooling waters & streams (if you’re lucky) They speak in many voices Many tongues Many identities
The Scene
The scenewent southunder the weight– of it’s own pretensions Talking sideways over –– the competition –A front in the war of secretsWas openedOr reopened Take pains to never showNo true faces nor true feelings
entwine well moon
disassemble your parts what are you in there the jenga tower of nervy pieces chain reaction machine partly flow the spores the drifting wind of tone there is no time in place unscrew the hunger No answer. Just the ringing empty of the thanatoic sandworms piling on the sweaters against the cold of nothing there […]
Obfuscated Prose
At the center of this cluster was a jabberwock spewing nonsensical portmanteaus and an occasional funny idea in the abstract. Postfixtion, sylvan skreekers, replaceable faces, automation facsimile, ruinous word, and artfully destroyed among them. The mutations of the mu biota in the sector spread mostly imperceptibly, since they bounce from the execution queue of non-compiling […]
Lost in Mist 