"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Such sweet sorrow

It's only a short moment in time,
but the impact is a long-lasting plague:
a dizzying stillness
adrift in the occupancy
of an empty room.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Jean Grae, CaseBasket

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Advice I advise you to take

Learn to love the lowered stare of the bull.
Shower in the pixie sounds of crashing China.
Empty your pockets just the one time -
the second will be a hoax,
wrought religiously in an opium den
owned by your second cousin.
(He never told you that secret?)
Squeak in time with your new sneakers.
This means, of course, that you must learn to keep time.
Wear the expensive watch your second cousin
very generously got for you last Christmas.
(Don't ask him where he got it.)
Try to leave Pamplona unharmed.
The insurance doesn't cover "aggravated goring."

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
The Wailin' Jennys, Long Time Traveler

Monday, August 22, 2011

Build it yourself

We passed but once,
eyes buried in the grated landscape
sprinkled heartily around us.
Did you see a reflection of yourself?
I saw mine.
I liked parts of what it showed me
and sent others back for revision,
the benefit of keeping all my eggs
in different baskets
and burning my faith in the imaginary
long before you learned to ask questions.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
The Tallest Man On Earth, Graceland

Monday, August 8, 2011

You might say it was a, "sharp sense"

This marks my triumphant (HA...good one) return to the world of writing. I'll be back in the weeks to come, and I hope it's with more consistency.

Again he heard the knife slide into the pillow, and again he woke with a start to find it wasn’t actually there. But she was, fast asleep and probably dreaming, judging by the slight grin that creased her features. Maybe marrying an acquitted killer wasn’t the best idea he’d ever had.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:.
Xavier Rudd, Messages