pumpkin spice
dead prom queen
dead bride
macula. macula?. yeah, mac dracula
dog
darth vader
emily a fairy
i'm a "polite" zombie
spiderman
"dart" vader
tired kyle
a merry band: jason, the executioner and ( offered by jason ),"william shakespeare". i am not!
jack sparrow
linc from the video game
a shman, a schman? yeah, a shman. whats the "sh" part. she. oh, she man, got it...
i used to be a hunchback, but i got tired
ariel
dobby
mace windoo
chad ( who's chad? )
i'm myself broken
a werewolf
i'm a screamer
dead jester
a bee
christopher columbus
witch
devil
ballerina
emo
i'm not really sure, a squirrel?
a coke dealer ( me: yeah, the kids are getting older )
honeybear
i'm "allergic to raisins"
i'm a gay lion
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
i suppose i should write my submission
process.
what a word. does, "then i ate 13 small chocolate bars in a half hour, considered further self-harm behaviour and had three major personality crises" count as process?
what a word. does, "then i ate 13 small chocolate bars in a half hour, considered further self-harm behaviour and had three major personality crises" count as process?
the photo
this was taken by my father during his time in the RAF while stationed in winnipeg. his friend is wearing the death mask. it was my father's first experience with hallowe'en.
the year is 1954.
the year is 1954.
trip into the weird
hallowe'en creepy. bluff in a rural graveyard. partly clouded sky. hazy ice moon. cold breeze. angry lake. moorings moaning. animal. low to the ground. through the headstones. terrible meal. harshly lit diner. plastic chairs sticking to thigh. big man. 6'8". giant. war hero i'm told. 6 months in the psych ward. dr. yaworski, ya know him? my buddy, my buddy they'll never let him out. too much for him. yeah, it's the screaming i can't forget. we spent 6 hours hunting him out. six hours. we knew he was there. took it home. gutted it. for the meat.
why was i the only one creeped out by all of that?
all true. last night.
last night in the county.
i am so city...
once i settled in, i kinda loved it though.
but i turned down the machete lessons.
why was i the only one creeped out by all of that?
all true. last night.
last night in the county.
i am so city...
once i settled in, i kinda loved it though.
but i turned down the machete lessons.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Sunday, October 29, 2006
dead kennedys in russian...
Пошл к партииЯ станцевал вся ночаЯ выпил 16 пивИ я начал вверх драку Но теперь я jadedYoure из везенияIm свертывая вниз с лестницСлишком выпито для того чтобы fuck Слишком выпито для того чтобы fuckСлишком выпито для того чтобы fuckСлишком drunk, fuckСлишком выпитое Im, слишком выпито, слишком выпитоFuck Я люблю ваши рассказыЯ люблю вашу пушкуСнимать из автошин тележкиЗвуки как нагрузки и нагрузки потехи Но в моей комнатеЖелание вы были мертвыВы шарик любите младенецВ eraserhead Слишком выпито для того чтобы fuckСлишком выпито для того чтобы fuckСлишком drunk, fuckСвои все, котор я right nowСлишком выпито для того чтобы fuck Слишком выпито для того чтобы fuckСлишком выпито для того чтобы fuckСлишком drunk, fuckБольные мягкие gooey Im и холодСлишком выпито для того чтобы fuck Im около к падениюМои головки messЕдинственное спасениеБольной никогда не видит вас снова Вы даете меня головнойОн делает его более плохимПримите вне ваше стопорное устройство fuckinПоложите его в ваше портмоне Im слишком выпитое к fuckYoure к drunk, котор нужно fuckСлишком выпито для того чтобы fuckСвои все я right now младенец ohIm плавя как штанга мороженогоМладенец oh И теперь я получил поносСлишком выпито для того чтобы fuckYeah, yeahYeah, yeahYeah, yeahOooohhh
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
fun snippet
doing something different. litte works for a specific goal. about dreams. baddreams. i'm liking this, it's so not me. aha, but what does that mean? and as you can see, i have been dusting off the dust jackets of the old lp's. making for fun on the gloomy rainday home from school with paper and paste...
this shall end in tears
bcome a man
bcome a war
bcome man agent
bcome (ma)n (ma)cho(ma)n
bcome man a beast sticky
take his child
inner/outer label, new
line breathe\(insert) come in for the close up
how can a man take a gun
and kill another man dead
without a word but country
then go home and not
bdead
bcome a war
bcome man agent
bcome (ma)n (ma)cho(ma)n
bcome man a beast sticky
take his child
inner/outer label, new
line breathe\(insert) come in for the close up
how can a man take a gun
and kill another man dead
without a word but country
then go home and not
bdead
Thursday, October 26, 2006
i loved
i felt my skin peel off
wrap around him
i wanted to protect his head
i wanted to protect his hands
wrap around him
i wanted to protect his head
i wanted to protect his hands
the internet and music
it's amazing how fast things go in the nonlabel world of music these days... i liked the name birdmonster, so i was able to looked them up and listen. that is cool.
grotesque-oh!
oh i knew the centipede would show up, but how does this happen? i decide to go to the kitchen, cut a piece of cheese by the light of the fridge ( first mistake i guess ) put said cheese down to put the rest back in fridge, turn around, pick up cheese, that is now wiggling in my hand, and YES, i have picked up a huge centipede that was sitting pretending to be cheese. honest. kafka-esque. and no. i'm not drugged in any way, shape or form. i tell ya, a surprise bug in the hand is a gross thing.
but at least i didn't eat it.
and at least i'm not the bug.
i guess.
but at least i didn't eat it.
and at least i'm not the bug.
i guess.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
unsure
if this is part of the
now. i.have.decided.to.ignore.my.moods. phenomenon
but i look around
and hey,
i've got a lot of stuff to do here.
now. i.have.decided.to.ignore.my.moods. phenomenon
but i look around
and hey,
i've got a lot of stuff to do here.
overdose episode part ii
despite the huge dosage of
potentially lethal ingestion
enough in fact to render each
and every one of the staff
available in the facility stone
cold unconscious for at least 3
days solid, and give them wild
phantasmagorical dreams in the
process, even if they split the
entire dosage amongst all of them
there that night tending to the
drugged out, still screaming
spitting biting swearing pleading
tortured individual with the small
line of blue spittle still oozing
from the right side of his crooked
smile, despite that massive murderous
amount of sedative hypnotic those
gangbanged upturned neuroreceptors
just kept on screaming hunting searching
for the required narcopacifier that
eluded them wrenching life into a
body that was sick of pain sick of
life living in the belly of the underworld
crawling through the waiting rooms
of the pharmaceutically stingy small
mouthed medical cynics who patted
his head and shook their heads or else
just spit out their disgust at his filthy
habit and said sorry pal, see ya on the
other side, and turfed him out onto
the cold ugly sidewalk even though
the drugs that had turned him into
a strungout whimpering spiralnotebook
clutching junkie, with a penchant for
documentation, even though those drugs
he was hunting high and low to shove
into his body in a desperate attempt to
quell the ever growing ever present
evermounting agony that pounded every
afferent receptor in his decimated frame,
now remarkably unkempt and noticably
pungent, were drugs that they themselves
prescribed in a quick toss of paper/pen
here take this it'll fix you right up, back
in june oh-3 when all he'd done was pick
up a box and twisted just a bit, felt
a sharp hot jab down the left gluteus enough
to keep him out of work so they needed a note
which was part of the company protocol
so they sent him trotting off to the local
clinic because no-one could stand a man down
for one day, no, not without that little piece of
documentation stating that the day in question
was in fact a legitimate day off and the pain
shooting into the left gluteus was in fact real
and not a bullshit manoeuver in order to get
the longweekend turned into just another
party night in the big small city, and at the clinic
in perhaps only the really stupid move he'd
ever made in his life he said hey doc i'm allergic to
codeine, which of couse was a total fabrication,
which everyone in the place knew, eyebrows raised
slightly but he thought hey, hey, my buddy
on the line sold those other ones for 40 bucks
a pop and hey, that would be really cool if after
my ass stops hurting i got a couple left over
i could score a few dollars,
maybe for a case a beer.
but the pain never
stopped.
because it never does.
and the quickly scribbled script from the
overworked cynic who already figured he
was dealing with a dimestore junkie, and
couldn't be bothered to put up an argument
with 14 crying babies in the waiting room full
of eagled eyed mothers glued on the clock,
faces looking like they smelled shit, each
and every one of them, the quickly penned
barely legible script reading: percocet
i-ii qid for pain as directed, mitte 20 , became
the domino that sent his already sketchy
psyche into a hard nosed tailspin of
disproportionate magnitude and ended up
with the really dramatic confrontation with
the spitting and the high coloured dramatics,
the waving of arms which the doctor had
stupidly allowed to be undone in what she though
was an act of kindness, of trust, which, in turn,
led to the defiant wildeyed ingestion of the 33
smallblue pills, of which 7 were pulled half chewed
droolgoo from between the molars, leaving 25
smallblue pills in the stomach of the agitated,
notebookclutching spiralbound individual, who,
eventually only just ended up getting about 2
hours uninterrupted, one really can't call it sleep,
more of a downtime, from the whole overblown
episode, after having taken enough medication
to have wiped out a small congregation of
worshippers in the nearby church hall had
someone put that same dose in their punch.
but
in that two hours
we got to leaf through
the spiralbound
notebook.
and on the last
page
in pencil
it just said
please help me.
potentially lethal ingestion
enough in fact to render each
and every one of the staff
available in the facility stone
cold unconscious for at least 3
days solid, and give them wild
phantasmagorical dreams in the
process, even if they split the
entire dosage amongst all of them
there that night tending to the
drugged out, still screaming
spitting biting swearing pleading
tortured individual with the small
line of blue spittle still oozing
from the right side of his crooked
smile, despite that massive murderous
amount of sedative hypnotic those
gangbanged upturned neuroreceptors
just kept on screaming hunting searching
for the required narcopacifier that
eluded them wrenching life into a
body that was sick of pain sick of
life living in the belly of the underworld
crawling through the waiting rooms
of the pharmaceutically stingy small
mouthed medical cynics who patted
his head and shook their heads or else
just spit out their disgust at his filthy
habit and said sorry pal, see ya on the
other side, and turfed him out onto
the cold ugly sidewalk even though
the drugs that had turned him into
a strungout whimpering spiralnotebook
clutching junkie, with a penchant for
documentation, even though those drugs
he was hunting high and low to shove
into his body in a desperate attempt to
quell the ever growing ever present
evermounting agony that pounded every
afferent receptor in his decimated frame,
now remarkably unkempt and noticably
pungent, were drugs that they themselves
prescribed in a quick toss of paper/pen
here take this it'll fix you right up, back
in june oh-3 when all he'd done was pick
up a box and twisted just a bit, felt
a sharp hot jab down the left gluteus enough
to keep him out of work so they needed a note
which was part of the company protocol
so they sent him trotting off to the local
clinic because no-one could stand a man down
for one day, no, not without that little piece of
documentation stating that the day in question
was in fact a legitimate day off and the pain
shooting into the left gluteus was in fact real
and not a bullshit manoeuver in order to get
the longweekend turned into just another
party night in the big small city, and at the clinic
in perhaps only the really stupid move he'd
ever made in his life he said hey doc i'm allergic to
codeine, which of couse was a total fabrication,
which everyone in the place knew, eyebrows raised
slightly but he thought hey, hey, my buddy
on the line sold those other ones for 40 bucks
a pop and hey, that would be really cool if after
my ass stops hurting i got a couple left over
i could score a few dollars,
maybe for a case a beer.
but the pain never
stopped.
because it never does.
and the quickly scribbled script from the
overworked cynic who already figured he
was dealing with a dimestore junkie, and
couldn't be bothered to put up an argument
with 14 crying babies in the waiting room full
of eagled eyed mothers glued on the clock,
faces looking like they smelled shit, each
and every one of them, the quickly penned
barely legible script reading: percocet
i-ii qid for pain as directed, mitte 20 , became
the domino that sent his already sketchy
psyche into a hard nosed tailspin of
disproportionate magnitude and ended up
with the really dramatic confrontation with
the spitting and the high coloured dramatics,
the waving of arms which the doctor had
stupidly allowed to be undone in what she though
was an act of kindness, of trust, which, in turn,
led to the defiant wildeyed ingestion of the 33
smallblue pills, of which 7 were pulled half chewed
droolgoo from between the molars, leaving 25
smallblue pills in the stomach of the agitated,
notebookclutching spiralbound individual, who,
eventually only just ended up getting about 2
hours uninterrupted, one really can't call it sleep,
more of a downtime, from the whole overblown
episode, after having taken enough medication
to have wiped out a small congregation of
worshippers in the nearby church hall had
someone put that same dose in their punch.
but
in that two hours
we got to leaf through
the spiralbound
notebook.
and on the last
page
in pencil
it just said
please help me.
written notes
he had carefully written notes
on a small spiral notebook in large
clear childlike printing, each page
painstakingly executed, explaining
the depth and breadth of his
withdrawal symptoms and the name
and phone numbers of all of his
medical contacts and counsellors
that he had spoken to in the previous
two weeks, documenting, with stars
and asterisks the exact dates,
symptoms, mounting desperation
preceding the imminent collapse
culminating in the ultimate act
which involved an overdose of
25 small bluepills that became
a slurry of quietude
in his mouth.
on a small spiral notebook in large
clear childlike printing, each page
painstakingly executed, explaining
the depth and breadth of his
withdrawal symptoms and the name
and phone numbers of all of his
medical contacts and counsellors
that he had spoken to in the previous
two weeks, documenting, with stars
and asterisks the exact dates,
symptoms, mounting desperation
preceding the imminent collapse
culminating in the ultimate act
which involved an overdose of
25 small bluepills that became
a slurry of quietude
in his mouth.
cluck and orgle
now we shall discover that llamas are actually vastly intelligent alien life forms that cluck and orgle, and i shall purposely be left behind when the spaceships come to take the chosen off to the better place.
Monday, October 23, 2006
llamas and mail
this came in my mail:
Whether you see them as pets or porters, llamas are magical creatures, especially if you're a kid or just can't resist creatures with big brown eyes. At Lavinia and Alan Stevens' Millstream LLama Farm, guests have the best of both worlds - a secluded valley setting that's only 10 kilometres from downtown Victoria. Rooms are charming. breakfasts are gourmet and gargantuan ( with newly laid eggs from the chickens ) and everyone gets to interact with the farms' (sic) 10 llamas and four alpacas. Ask to meet Wallace, a resident llama with the healing touch.
okay. here is the link. honestly, i dunno what to say.
see why i don't want to read my mail?
Whether you see them as pets or porters, llamas are magical creatures, especially if you're a kid or just can't resist creatures with big brown eyes. At Lavinia and Alan Stevens' Millstream LLama Farm, guests have the best of both worlds - a secluded valley setting that's only 10 kilometres from downtown Victoria. Rooms are charming. breakfasts are gourmet and gargantuan ( with newly laid eggs from the chickens ) and everyone gets to interact with the farms' (sic) 10 llamas and four alpacas. Ask to meet Wallace, a resident llama with the healing touch.
okay. here is the link. honestly, i dunno what to say.
see why i don't want to read my mail?
spider
either a spider or a centipede of size
just exited stage left
i must go and rid the place of creatures
before one decides to nest in an
undesirable orifice and scare me stupid
at a later date...
just exited stage left
i must go and rid the place of creatures
before one decides to nest in an
undesirable orifice and scare me stupid
at a later date...
go!quick! game
run! run!
grab your own hair!
go! hurry! pick
up the big one! no! bigger!
goood.stop. rest stop. 30 seconds. would you like some
koolaid, dear?
why, yes, it is
grape.
okay, game on...
go! cut it off! go!
cut it off, it's
driving. us. all .
ccc
r.r..r
!
a-
Z( american pronounciation )
alright
how did you do?
add it up
divide by four (continued on page 173)
(from page 48) add your birthdate
and that of your hairdresser's
hairdresser.
in this town where there are
only two hairdressers
and one always tells lies...
okay, results:
if it's less than my age
you win
if not, your firstborn has to go
and live with,
yes,
you already know the answer don't you
madonna
grab your own hair!
go! hurry! pick
up the big one! no! bigger!
goood.stop. rest stop. 30 seconds. would you like some
koolaid, dear?
why, yes, it is
grape.
okay, game on...
go! cut it off! go!
cut it off, it's
driving. us. all .
ccc
r.r..r
!
a-
Z( american pronounciation )
alright
how did you do?
add it up
divide by four (continued on page 173)
(from page 48) add your birthdate
and that of your hairdresser's
hairdresser.
in this town where there are
only two hairdressers
and one always tells lies...
okay, results:
if it's less than my age
you win
if not, your firstborn has to go
and live with,
yes,
you already know the answer don't you
madonna
Sunday, October 22, 2006
so dun coloured outside
1.
should the
multiple
diminish
the
choice
would
peal
clever like socks paired
in a dryer full of haystack needles
but mixed together
all colours
go
dun
3.
cacophonic 88 clay minor diminished
silence is a drop of latex
dribbled down a warm thigh
isolate
in seizurediazepam10mgrapidpushthroughtheendotrachealtubesize7.5tillthe clatter
5.
stops
and the eyes close and the jaw slackens with a light
sense of tension release in the rest of the room's collective assholes
7.
then sit putting
feet up noting
sock don't match
and the name of the
work just
drops
room 4
oozes out onto the floor in
the fluorescence
while the boy slowly belongs once again to the woman who birthed him in the anxious white dress
11.
the morning of her sister's grade 7 piano recital
13.
so day unabating
with hardly a thought to the neuroelectrical power surge and the turnip angel named dagiar who visited the boy, ( now seated, eating arrowroot's like he's never set eyes on a square one ) just before the burst of light, the winged turnip angel who told him he was jesus christ for a day
so he better not get things messed
17.
all he remembers is a pretty green noise and the smell of the white dress, the rub of the knot on the back of his neck
19.
the arrowroots taste like socks and socks somehow today are the best damned food in the whole world
23.
don't match
funny
so he laughs
29.
smile and pat heads and think we're superheroes
dagiar goes outside and calls the firebrigade back
because jesus christ, he was wasting so much
31.
he only had that day
should the
multiple
diminish
the
choice
would
peal
clever like socks paired
in a dryer full of haystack needles
but mixed together
all colours
go
dun
3.
cacophonic 88 clay minor diminished
silence is a drop of latex
dribbled down a warm thigh
isolate
in seizurediazepam10mgrapidpushthroughtheendotrachealtubesize7.5tillthe clatter
5.
stops
and the eyes close and the jaw slackens with a light
sense of tension release in the rest of the room's collective assholes
7.
then sit putting
feet up noting
sock don't match
and the name of the
work just
drops
room 4
oozes out onto the floor in
the fluorescence
while the boy slowly belongs once again to the woman who birthed him in the anxious white dress
11.
the morning of her sister's grade 7 piano recital
13.
so day unabating
with hardly a thought to the neuroelectrical power surge and the turnip angel named dagiar who visited the boy, ( now seated, eating arrowroot's like he's never set eyes on a square one ) just before the burst of light, the winged turnip angel who told him he was jesus christ for a day
so he better not get things messed
17.
all he remembers is a pretty green noise and the smell of the white dress, the rub of the knot on the back of his neck
19.
the arrowroots taste like socks and socks somehow today are the best damned food in the whole world
23.
don't match
funny
so he laughs
29.
smile and pat heads and think we're superheroes
dagiar goes outside and calls the firebrigade back
because jesus christ, he was wasting so much
31.
he only had that day
back
...to work!
aaaaggghh
this isn't good
for the id
the ego
or the corporeal
beastie.
the superego
up and left
a long time
ago
aaaaggghh
this isn't good
for the id
the ego
or the corporeal
beastie.
the superego
up and left
a long time
ago
party
was invited to one tonight. wanted to go. was dressed for it, even. but got stuck at work, new girl, couldn't let her drown and she woulda too. stayed couple hours late. too late for party, everyone starts driving drunk after a certain time so home was the best place to be. see, look how brutally responsible i can be. but the mail is getting truly frightening. it scares me. i think i'm going to have to open some soon...
or wait!
i could call this the "disordered androgen blog"
you know, i have a brother who's a doll.
my sister though, she's a bit touchy...*laughs*
you know, i have a brother who's a doll.
my sister though, she's a bit touchy...*laughs*
i've been accused
of being angry
and there might be something to that
a bit
but actually i'm not really so angry
honest
frustrated, sure.
but hey...you ever hear soft cell?
i swear, i'm no more frustrated than marc almond...
or, um,
who else?
oh, pick an idealist.
but wait a sec, wasn't he addicted to narcotics, hmm, perhaps...
well, that's neither here nor there wrt his frustration
or maybe it is...
hmm
looping here,yes, time for bed.
and there might be something to that
a bit
but actually i'm not really so angry
honest
frustrated, sure.
but hey...you ever hear soft cell?
i swear, i'm no more frustrated than marc almond...
or, um,
who else?
oh, pick an idealist.
but wait a sec, wasn't he addicted to narcotics, hmm, perhaps...
well, that's neither here nor there wrt his frustration
or maybe it is...
hmm
looping here,yes, time for bed.
flite of talcuum and crappy living( rated pg )
i wish i had boots
man, i like boots
boots of tripsy with winglet parts adjacent to the little whirly
giggled foot stomper parts, pretty duckie
yeah, that would turn on, no less, and fill
the air with glimmering mica when the batteries
failed in the fire detector, jesus that screams!
anyway, then, then, a large cloud of entrancement
could bust outta the trees, okay, this is great! and shower
party guests with drugged fruit. red. of course.
heady pomegranate blood to divide the forces
juiced squit sugar lovers palm to palm. mystic.
ha ha! and make em think it was all just swell here
and they never wanted to open their little envelopes
with the little windows of recyclable materials
and the cookie cutter occupant can kick that shit
into the corner of the "living" room which
piles up like great wads of unopened detritus
floating on the sea of broken backed mail carriers.
the world's rules pretty much suck. and i'm so part
of the rules i want to choke in my own puke...
you wanna get yourself written up so you can vote
and who the hell lives here and what does your
goddamned retina look like?
________________________________________
this rant is in honour of all the nice paranoid sci fi writers
who have influenced my sense of moral indignation
over the years. tra la la. i feel so much *laughs* better now...
despite the mounting pile of uninvited noise on every flat surface
of my abode.
man, i like boots
boots of tripsy with winglet parts adjacent to the little whirly
giggled foot stomper parts, pretty duckie
yeah, that would turn on, no less, and fill
the air with glimmering mica when the batteries
failed in the fire detector, jesus that screams!
anyway, then, then, a large cloud of entrancement
could bust outta the trees, okay, this is great! and shower
party guests with drugged fruit. red. of course.
heady pomegranate blood to divide the forces
juiced squit sugar lovers palm to palm. mystic.
ha ha! and make em think it was all just swell here
and they never wanted to open their little envelopes
with the little windows of recyclable materials
and the cookie cutter occupant can kick that shit
into the corner of the "living" room which
piles up like great wads of unopened detritus
floating on the sea of broken backed mail carriers.
the world's rules pretty much suck. and i'm so part
of the rules i want to choke in my own puke...
you wanna get yourself written up so you can vote
and who the hell lives here and what does your
goddamned retina look like?
________________________________________
this rant is in honour of all the nice paranoid sci fi writers
who have influenced my sense of moral indignation
over the years. tra la la. i feel so much *laughs* better now...
despite the mounting pile of uninvited noise on every flat surface
of my abode.
maybe i'll change the name of my blog
"the year after my dad died was the year i went stark raving bonkers"
could work
blunt
bit leggy though...
could work
blunt
bit leggy though...
superstition
isn't my thing
(although the stevie wonder version ain't bad)
naw, no ghostly nothings haunt the bedrock
but, just for honour, and in keeping with the spirit the upcoming day of the dead
i think a memento mori is in order for my dear old dad
it shall have to do with teeth
(although the stevie wonder version ain't bad)
naw, no ghostly nothings haunt the bedrock
but, just for honour, and in keeping with the spirit the upcoming day of the dead
i think a memento mori is in order for my dear old dad
it shall have to do with teeth
Thursday, October 19, 2006
loveliness
i should be doing all sorts of linking etc, but i'm not good at computer stuffs...
but this was from this lovely blogsite here: go: http://cocanha.blogspot.com/
the small girl police officer
sneered
sneered when i asked
why the
handcuffs
so she
left
after taking them off
and damn
if i didn't have to call her back
sneered when i asked
why the
handcuffs
so she
left
after taking them off
and damn
if i didn't have to call her back
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
in the belly of the bleat
car cave drawings shared
giggled like salk licks . poloi hoi
and the boy with the gammy leg
shush, nay the cripple
only needed one shoelace
but he didn't like waste
so the cupboard was full of rights
and the sargeant major
left his wrongs lift
over the fields on a kite made of hyancinth
and a sweet carton of fresh milk
smiled on the upturned fronds
while the other piglets buttered
on the carport slick shaved
the rainbed. hovered in the
nosecold garden laughing
up the road a bit
kicking at the
brick. bounce . . .. ...... .. .
_____________________________________
wrote this after reading
in the papers about a group
of children, the oldest
being 12, who shoved a
child with polio into a shed
blocked the exit
and set it afire.
he was rescued.
not by the kids
who put him there.
some of them
apologized to him
later he was sure
to tell
the reporters.
giggled like salk licks . poloi hoi
and the boy with the gammy leg
shush, nay the cripple
only needed one shoelace
but he didn't like waste
so the cupboard was full of rights
and the sargeant major
left his wrongs lift
over the fields on a kite made of hyancinth
and a sweet carton of fresh milk
smiled on the upturned fronds
while the other piglets buttered
on the carport slick shaved
the rainbed. hovered in the
nosecold garden laughing
up the road a bit
kicking at the
brick. bounce . . .. ...... .. .
_____________________________________
wrote this after reading
in the papers about a group
of children, the oldest
being 12, who shoved a
child with polio into a shed
blocked the exit
and set it afire.
he was rescued.
not by the kids
who put him there.
some of them
apologized to him
later he was sure
to tell
the reporters.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
oh this is worth it though
wow. this is great.
wish i spoke german
although i think
it doesn't lose much
without the translation.
addendum: oh was i wrong! ( i could hear the reagan and nuclearsomething part... ) here is the translation, and a comment or 2 off you tube:
*
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I like Beuys' puppet-like moving, unspeakably silly! His ridiculous robot-voice is only overtopped by the pathetic lyrics. 'Hau endlich ab mit deinen Nuklearraketen!!!' DANKE JOSEPH!!!!!!!!!!!
*
this is a vague translation for non-germans:sun instead of reaganfrom the land that destroys itselfand dictates us the 'way of life'there comes Reagan, brings weapons and deathand if he hears 'peace' he sees redhe says as president of USAnuclear war? please here and there!in polen, middle-east or nicaraguahe wants the final victorythat's for shure
*
so we want sun instead of reagan ('reagan' is pronounced similar to the german 'regen' wich means 'rain')live without an armor (this is also a play on words: the german 'Rüstung' means 'armor' as well as 'armament')if west, if eastrust on rockets(2x)He wants to provoke the 'sacks' in the eastwich aren't stingy with atoms as wellbut your war for silly objectivesit won't go reagan - we are many
*
hook it with your nuclear strategistsyour russian - hatersyour nuclear raincrickey crinkle-facethe movie is overtake your rockets home nowso we want sun instead of reaganlive without an armorif west, if eastrust on rocketswe want sun instead of reaganlive without an armorif east, if westto cold-warriors the pest(repeat it 'til you puke!)
(Reply)
*
(3 months ago)
it was performed on the second anti rocket demo in bonn, which actualy took place in beuel where t-mobile sits now, beuys activ for the green party, that soon had troubles with him, maybe troubles with itself, fischer is now at princeton...
wish i spoke german
although i think
it doesn't lose much
without the translation.
addendum: oh was i wrong! ( i could hear the reagan and nuclearsomething part... ) here is the translation, and a comment or 2 off you tube:
*
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I like Beuys' puppet-like moving, unspeakably silly! His ridiculous robot-voice is only overtopped by the pathetic lyrics. 'Hau endlich ab mit deinen Nuklearraketen!!!' DANKE JOSEPH!!!!!!!!!!!
*
this is a vague translation for non-germans:sun instead of reaganfrom the land that destroys itselfand dictates us the 'way of life'there comes Reagan, brings weapons and deathand if he hears 'peace' he sees redhe says as president of USAnuclear war? please here and there!in polen, middle-east or nicaraguahe wants the final victorythat's for shure
*
so we want sun instead of reagan ('reagan' is pronounced similar to the german 'regen' wich means 'rain')live without an armor (this is also a play on words: the german 'Rüstung' means 'armor' as well as 'armament')if west, if eastrust on rockets(2x)He wants to provoke the 'sacks' in the eastwich aren't stingy with atoms as wellbut your war for silly objectivesit won't go reagan - we are many
*
hook it with your nuclear strategistsyour russian - hatersyour nuclear raincrickey crinkle-facethe movie is overtake your rockets home nowso we want sun instead of reaganlive without an armorif west, if eastrust on rocketswe want sun instead of reaganlive without an armorif east, if westto cold-warriors the pest(repeat it 'til you puke!)
(Reply)
*
(3 months ago)
it was performed on the second anti rocket demo in bonn, which actualy took place in beuel where t-mobile sits now, beuys activ for the green party, that soon had troubles with him, maybe troubles with itself, fischer is now at princeton...
pine.nuit
hurt children in big skin
come into the forest
lie
in the roots
cover their burns in sap
and let the
a/phrenology
ab/reading
c/impasse
d/a and c only
e/ a, b and c
*t
8t
*timezup
*breathe*have you ever been late*in the hall*write.looku[.*write*run*run late*
late
look up*clock*not enough8no8never enough8l8l8l8
children
you're LATE
desert forest trees gone pine
pined/pinned
what does that mean
it means so many other things question 45 read:
what did you eat for breakfast?
pinenuts?
a/yes
b/no
c/what's it worth to you
d/ none of the above
ae/ all of the above will kill you one day
.
.
.
_______________________________________________________
.thank ya nance for hurt children big skin
g i love that turn of phrase g i copped it...
from english to megaton destruction
so i thought i would look up a how british is your english website quiz and somehow got this instead, ( how does google work? does anyone know? ) which actually is quite a read.
and if you scroll down to number 4, i've ( oh gods! ) read Mother of Storms. it sort of blew though...
and if you scroll down to number 4, i've ( oh gods! ) read Mother of Storms. it sort of blew though...
Monday, October 16, 2006
okay, how did that happen???
| Your Linguistic Profile: |
| 40% General American English |
| 20% Yankee |
| 10% Dixie |
| 10% Upper Midwestern |
| 5% Midwestern |
What Kind of American English Do You Speak?
Sunday, October 15, 2006
serotonin sure feels gladbagged
intertwine ghandi
and tattoo the tender set
up high
voiced
fermented moments need
recording devices
playback loops
for those with
bipolar tendencies
and tattoo the tender set
up high
voiced
fermented moments need
recording devices
playback loops
for those with
bipolar tendencies
you'd think
a friend was laughing so hard about dancing shrimp, who the fuck cares about dancing shrimp but his joy was beauty
he cried. he laughed so hard
he cried. he laughed so hard
2 days unearth
strangenamed
not of those clustered
by the doorway huddle
hands to puppet : despite the obvious draw
backs there are participants
and stay to
laugh
in the phonecall etiquette voice of the damned
not of those clustered
by the doorway huddle
hands to puppet : despite the obvious draw
backs there are participants
and stay to
laugh
in the phonecall etiquette voice of the damned
Friday, October 13, 2006
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
the sublime,the strange, and the human condition
in an odd somewhat toulouse lautrec type of mode
tomorrow. after work i'm going first for some
thai food then off to a drinking establishment that
hosts a figure drawing session, i believe with some
of society's lesser drawn types as the models... it
costs only 5 dollars, not much at all. plus tips for
the models one would think...
i hope it is not exploitative yet i am unable to judge
till i go and honestly, this seems quite fascinating.
i'm quite excited. it's been ages since i drew a human,
and longer still since it was a less than perfect one.
( although i am surrounded by deformity, impairment
and the cruelty of abject physical and mental health in
my day to day experience, i am not at liberty, nor would
i wish to, translate that experience into direct art product.
although of course this exposure bends who i am and
girds the loins of my reality in a manner i have only
just recently had the clarity to face. it took an intelligent
and clear thinking individual, who as a rule cuts through
the crap to make me realize what an ass i was to try to
ignore my vocation . ah, if only i had learned other key
lessons as well, but i digress into maudlin wadings here )
ANYWAY, as for the drawing, i don't really know what
to expect. the romantic in me can't help but think of that
french fin-de-siecle harsh realism and despair... i rather
love that...
might post a pic if it doesn't totally suck...
tomorrow. after work i'm going first for some
thai food then off to a drinking establishment that
hosts a figure drawing session, i believe with some
of society's lesser drawn types as the models... it
costs only 5 dollars, not much at all. plus tips for
the models one would think...
i hope it is not exploitative yet i am unable to judge
till i go and honestly, this seems quite fascinating.
i'm quite excited. it's been ages since i drew a human,
and longer still since it was a less than perfect one.
( although i am surrounded by deformity, impairment
and the cruelty of abject physical and mental health in
my day to day experience, i am not at liberty, nor would
i wish to, translate that experience into direct art product.
although of course this exposure bends who i am and
girds the loins of my reality in a manner i have only
just recently had the clarity to face. it took an intelligent
and clear thinking individual, who as a rule cuts through
the crap to make me realize what an ass i was to try to
ignore my vocation . ah, if only i had learned other key
lessons as well, but i digress into maudlin wadings here )
ANYWAY, as for the drawing, i don't really know what
to expect. the romantic in me can't help but think of that
french fin-de-siecle harsh realism and despair... i rather
love that...
might post a pic if it doesn't totally suck...
edges AND BORING BORING DETAILS...
considering my difficulty in filtering
because so much is worthy of note
this computer access to the world
is a curse in a vast array of regards
oh and i do have a virus. the cold. damn.
cold.
virus. ick.
or i'd be out at a really fun concert i'm trying
not to think about. just too chilled to go
outdoors tonight...
because so much is worthy of note
this computer access to the world
is a curse in a vast array of regards
oh and i do have a virus. the cold. damn.
cold.
virus. ick.
or i'd be out at a really fun concert i'm trying
not to think about. just too chilled to go
outdoors tonight...
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
a book
i have ordered a bok
no sorry, a book
yes, a book, that i saw on this ,this box with electrics here
attached to the world somehow. ( mystery )
i do not have a paypal (who wants a palnamed pay? not i ), so we played other games of worldly finance. and it's coming, i'm told...
i think it will be lovely, it seems so lovely.
no sorry, a book
yes, a book, that i saw on this ,this box with electrics here
attached to the world somehow. ( mystery )
i do not have a paypal (who wants a palnamed pay? not i ), so we played other games of worldly finance. and it's coming, i'm told...
i think it will be lovely, it seems so lovely.
there are other faraways
where bicycles are all old
and strangers arn't strange
the three brothers smile at the other two
and clean fresh fish slapping the deck
laughing in the crisp
laughing in the crossroads by the tiny silver leaves shake dewy
bread. make leavened bread every strong morning
bread is hope rising. bread is like her hands.
the eight long blocks cut past the cemetery
smelling the hot coffee and the cuban buttered love
thin grilled laughter
and hope rising.
golden
mermaid give morning your children. eat the bread and ride
that old bicycle not getting your scales dry
in the hot sun close to the sea. bread for the catch.
bread for the deck hands. coffee
in the south
it's crisp 5am
brothers. smile at the mermaids. know
your spine, know her
bicycle.
it's a faraway that 65 miles can't swim without butter
and hot coffee
so bike there, stop. cradle the warm bread and smile at the mermaids' brothers
with their 6 toes on each webbed foot
and go home. go home
go where you do not leave the sea far salted
and boys are all mermaids who sing for their souls
bread is their dinner and coffee is the bloodline.
and strangers arn't strange
the three brothers smile at the other two
and clean fresh fish slapping the deck
laughing in the crisp
laughing in the crossroads by the tiny silver leaves shake dewy
bread. make leavened bread every strong morning
bread is hope rising. bread is like her hands.
the eight long blocks cut past the cemetery
smelling the hot coffee and the cuban buttered love
thin grilled laughter
and hope rising.
golden
mermaid give morning your children. eat the bread and ride
that old bicycle not getting your scales dry
in the hot sun close to the sea. bread for the catch.
bread for the deck hands. coffee
in the south
it's crisp 5am
brothers. smile at the mermaids. know
your spine, know her
bicycle.
it's a faraway that 65 miles can't swim without butter
and hot coffee
so bike there, stop. cradle the warm bread and smile at the mermaids' brothers
with their 6 toes on each webbed foot
and go home. go home
go where you do not leave the sea far salted
and boys are all mermaids who sing for their souls
bread is their dinner and coffee is the bloodline.
EP semblance of mind
it was cold
what with the thin sheet and the plunging blood pressure
please can i
please
quicky scanned left lying ( in a smaller boxcar )
please can we
please
there were fourteen down the left side. eighteen down the right
half a dozen buckets
seven IV's
a urinal. three bedpans. five golden wrongs don't make my night
mightily that bold call and a rocking oom pahpah
tied down for sself Pproject pprotectT shun
when the sun didn't come up
it just fell BONK
and lay for a while in a field on the outskirts of town
what with the thin sheet and the plunging blood pressure
please can i
please
quicky scanned left lying ( in a smaller boxcar )
please can we
please
there were fourteen down the left side. eighteen down the right
half a dozen buckets
seven IV's
a urinal. three bedpans. five golden wrongs don't make my night
mightily that bold call and a rocking oom pahpah
tied down for sself Pproject pprotectT shun
when the sun didn't come up
it just fell BONK
and lay for a while in a field on the outskirts of town
Monday, October 09, 2006
gifts of sound
got these two today as giftshow exciting
thus far
really
enjoying
gifts
and unexpected
at
that.
how lovely
excerpt one
he leaned back " shall i change the way you paint? "
she thought, well, talk to me if you want that, don't just fuck me. a dog could fuck me.
but all she said was" maybe ", and wondered where the conversation would go from there. he just shifted his weight from his elbow, " i have to go".
that was a bit of a surprise. " okay"
well, what could she say, no? not yet? kiss me first? don't leave me oh man of my dreams? yes, i'll start a series for you this afternoon?
she rolled onto her side and he pushed a pillow into her stomach in an awkward attempt to comfort her. it was the least he could do after such a invasive manoeuvre as the implied muse question...
from a book not scolded
she thought, well, talk to me if you want that, don't just fuck me. a dog could fuck me.
but all she said was" maybe ", and wondered where the conversation would go from there. he just shifted his weight from his elbow, " i have to go".
that was a bit of a surprise. " okay"
well, what could she say, no? not yet? kiss me first? don't leave me oh man of my dreams? yes, i'll start a series for you this afternoon?
she rolled onto her side and he pushed a pillow into her stomach in an awkward attempt to comfort her. it was the least he could do after such a invasive manoeuvre as the implied muse question...
from a book not scolded
Sunday, October 08, 2006
in the air
it's misty this morning
while i read
there was a fog
the palpable night
this morning carries a residue
that shall burn away .;.
while i read
there was a fog
the palpable night
this morning carries a residue
that shall burn away .;.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
bizarro funny reality check
tm(P)i entries have had to go
too raw
anyway: i still can't believe my ex of 14 years called me asking for a cab...
goofball, indeed
too raw
anyway: i still can't believe my ex of 14 years called me asking for a cab...
goofball, indeed
...er
i'm not making. i need to go and paint...
it's so nonthought, non pre-frontal, so faraway...i mean sure, you can consider form, consider colour, consider intent, even to extreme conditions, ( and i like extreme conditions ) to make it bind and cohere, speak without thought. it cuts though the noise...visuals are so noiseless, thank GOD. busy, yes. noisy, no. emote without emo. there but not there. another painter. another person. another chance.
at least *laughs* i can make the paint work
usually.
usually
i am lucky i have that.
truly.
it's so nonthought, non pre-frontal, so faraway...i mean sure, you can consider form, consider colour, consider intent, even to extreme conditions, ( and i like extreme conditions ) to make it bind and cohere, speak without thought. it cuts though the noise...visuals are so noiseless, thank GOD. busy, yes. noisy, no. emote without emo. there but not there. another painter. another person. another chance.
at least *laughs* i can make the paint work
usually.
usually
i am lucky i have that.
truly.
it is time
m
eflyflyflyflyflyflyflyflyflywyiflflflyifylifylagogolago
lago:lake (ital.)
grande:lucida likes it big
fly:well why the hell not
eflyflyflyflyflyflyflyflyflywyiflflflyifylifylagogolago
lago:lake (ital.)
grande:lucida likes it big
fly:well why the hell not
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
perils in the ozo
eekarus koft
h
a wing dripdoff
off you go godspeed ta ta hasta nice to see ya don't let the door hit your ass on the way
out
ya malingering flyboy
forge
cccccccccccccccc
cccccccccccccccc
cgccccccccccccgc
cccccccccccccccc
ccccccfourcccccc
cccccccccccccccc
cccccccccccccccc
cgccccccccccccgc
cccccccccccccccc
cccccccccccccccc
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
ooooooooXXXXXXXXXXoooooooo
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
gggggggggggggggg
GgGgGggggggGgGgG
cccccccccccccccc
cgccccccccccccgc
cccccccccccccccc
ccccccfourcccccc
cccccccccccccccc
cccccccccccccccc
cgccccccccccccgc
cccccccccccccccc
cccccccccccccccc
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
ooooooooXXXXXXXXXXoooooooo
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
gggggggggggggggg
GgGgGggggggGgGgG
GgGgGggggggGgGgG
GgGgGggggggGgGgG
GgGgGggggggGgGgG
GgGgGggggggGgGgG
GgGgGggggggGgGgG
GgGgGggggggGgGgG
anomie
i just bit down
and an electric shock went through my head
that said
it's later than summertime all over this town
and an electric shock went through my head
that said
it's later than summertime all over this town
bill aanya and mary
_________________
war poem 3
_________________
without the head
bill's body leapt forward on a gRACELESS arc, 2 days before his birthday
a full 15 metres was the estimated thrust
landing softly in dust. by a wall
and a shiny glint caught the wind
her name was aanya
and she'd never been to the walmart in boise. aisle 3. on a tuesday
ran the 14 blocks home taking the 2 block shortcut
stopping only once
to vomit
and his wife got the visit. and the 21 gun salute
she never thought of the marital infidelity that had occurred
on the eve of the flight. that day in june.
mary just thought of the walmart
and the 13 dollar watch
war poem 3
_________________
without the head
bill's body leapt forward on a gRACELESS arc, 2 days before his birthday
a full 15 metres was the estimated thrust
landing softly in dust. by a wall
and a shiny glint caught the wind
her name was aanya
and she'd never been to the walmart in boise. aisle 3. on a tuesday
ran the 14 blocks home taking the 2 block shortcut
stopping only once
to vomit
and his wife got the visit. and the 21 gun salute
she never thought of the marital infidelity that had occurred
on the eve of the flight. that day in june.
mary just thought of the walmart
and the 13 dollar watch
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
a torrent of small rushes
_________________
war poem 2
_________________
bak shot gleened. an event. of note.
thus 2
this too
shall end in tears
like breths taken in
and stoln out
from the webspaces
moist
between the index and middle
graceless but for that
what is undenied
mend the starry i'd
never want to harm or see
like clockward fornication in worms
yet the flood of hands continyu clapping
the day dies pritty in the musty head office
and people join the ranks of the broken winged painters
to bendback time tornchild. walk
while you own limbs. walk
with my soul on quickwater
before u make foolish air crimson in a whiter rhume than this
take mine. walk (cl(over) put seed in
panicked gardens
and remember the scent of your own blood
andmercury mixt
take mine. walk (l(over)
before we shall leave this place. me the
loudes t
lourdes
won't work
goddamned lies of carpentry
fool brother to winter. smite thine hands
take mine. (c(over)wrung tight
around my rape and play a sound intangent
near the black gate open lies an ivory key
and a photo of ink still wet on a page
and a girl crying stop
for a boy noone knows
by his tears or his taste or a look into his pocket
war poem 2
_________________
bak shot gleened. an event. of note.
thus 2
this too
shall end in tears
like breths taken in
and stoln out
from the webspaces
moist
between the index and middle
graceless but for that
what is undenied
mend the starry i'd
never want to harm or see
like clockward fornication in worms
yet the flood of hands continyu clapping
the day dies pritty in the musty head office
and people join the ranks of the broken winged painters
to bendback time tornchild. walk
while you own limbs. walk
with my soul on quickwater
before u make foolish air crimson in a whiter rhume than this
take mine. walk (cl(over) put seed in
panicked gardens
and remember the scent of your own blood
andmercury mixt
take mine. walk (l(over)
before we shall leave this place. me the
loudes t
lourdes
won't work
goddamned lies of carpentry
fool brother to winter. smite thine hands
take mine. (c(over)wrung tight
around my rape and play a sound intangent
near the black gate open lies an ivory key
and a photo of ink still wet on a page
and a girl crying stop
for a boy noone knows
by his tears or his taste or a look into his pocket
Monday, October 02, 2006
the keen eye of the astute
just noticed today this blog url is spelled funny.
now have no choice but to cross that secret agent
double nought etc potential off the ol' resume...
now have no choice but to cross that secret agent
double nought etc potential off the ol' resume...
Sunday, October 01, 2006
explains a few things
oh what is this little
toy
what does it do
toy
always wanted the game operation as a kid
but crap, always got fucking bored games...
las bellas bitter tardes
treble tremble clef pulls
the head cradled to one side
on the spare sun concrete
taste my last october sheeted
soft lipped and arched sung
gentle pressure
in the cracked
sternum
far from the madding hush
by the glacial pond dusted
for dear strife put aside
in the hunted
humanity of no clear moment
putting two and two into a box don't
add it up
whisper sweet nothings
like
winter won't hurt our hands
the head cradled to one side
on the spare sun concrete
taste my last october sheeted
soft lipped and arched sung
gentle pressure
in the cracked
sternum
far from the madding hush
by the glacial pond dusted
for dear strife put aside
in the hunted
humanity of no clear moment
putting two and two into a box don't
add it up
whisper sweet nothings
like
winter won't hurt our hands
circuitry fritz
whatever seems fucking magic can bite yer ass in the end, glad that music thing is over, feeling bashed up by it all. oh, *laughs*, i enjoyed it though...however now need soundproof room and perhaps a rubber wall or two. oh, and a trampoline? yaaaaaaaaa...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
- eric d
- if a photo, image or dress isn't mine i'll identify who's it is, or at least from whence it came.