UUhhh
here we go again,
the dull & dread of it all
you don't return my calls
you're sinking further & further
away from the old days
you recluse!
do you realize what this means?
how much $$$ have you wasted?
Oh my g/Are you kidding me?
that's the excuse of the century
bloody brilliant
As we speak, I'm erasing you
from my memory
nails on the chalkboard & all
Permanently &
with no intention to reclaim those memories
they're sinking away, fast, titanic style
Surely you can't possibly be thinking
I'm being too harsh?
I'm letting you off easy, Pal
Do I need to remind you what you've done?
Oh, & that's your answer to everything?
you cut people off like a barber to the head!
Really, you should be ashamed of yourself
You are an embarrassment to your name,
& I suppose your face for that matter
Remember, this is your problem
this is all your doing.
you brought this upon yourself,
purchased problems cannot be returned
per official policy.
I'm sorry you feel that way,
your mess, mop it yourself
I'm done, I've washed my hands clean of it.
I'm getting hungry, wanna go for some food?
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
the dream I wish I'd have,.....&,.....that feeling,.....&,.......&,....Oh, I've ruined it
be suspended in a state
of perpetual innocence.
the ways of the world have not yet
peirced thick skin.
closed eyes to a young child
who knows nothing but love,
innocence, imagination &
a heartfelt embrace.
also nature,
listen quietly, distinct possibilities of
the
current babble of spring streams
birthed by snow capped mountains-
mountains untouched by man or industry
conceive to see that fresh laid earth!
Oh, the grandeur & green of it all.
attentive ears can hear new poems spoken in native tongues
lingering bodies with outstretched arms can feel the incessant beat of local music
solitude within arms reach
solace warmed by a fire
red-eyed monsters inside humans,
slain like in a children's tale, unable to corrupt & torment
met by absolute novices
to become reminiscent of family
Oh the tales of times tide!
flowing
could everlasting peace hinder personal thoughts of heroism?
or
would humans crave visions of war & struggles brought upon by man's greed
what then would fill my dreams when I laid down to rest?
of perpetual innocence.
the ways of the world have not yet
peirced thick skin.
closed eyes to a young child
who knows nothing but love,
innocence, imagination &
a heartfelt embrace.
also nature,
listen quietly, distinct possibilities of
the
current babble of spring streams
birthed by snow capped mountains-
mountains untouched by man or industry
conceive to see that fresh laid earth!
Oh, the grandeur & green of it all.
attentive ears can hear new poems spoken in native tongues
lingering bodies with outstretched arms can feel the incessant beat of local music
solitude within arms reach
solace warmed by a fire
red-eyed monsters inside humans,
slain like in a children's tale, unable to corrupt & torment
met by absolute novices
to become reminiscent of family
Oh the tales of times tide!
flowing
could everlasting peace hinder personal thoughts of heroism?
or
would humans crave visions of war & struggles brought upon by man's greed
what then would fill my dreams when I laid down to rest?
Monday, July 28, 2008
yes, magic thumb-snap,.
Did you have a good weekend?
so we didn’t do too much.
Sometimes feel like funk-da-fied paraplegic, you know (conflicted).
I know, I know, I've used that before, but it makes such good sense to
Eehhh, moving onwards & upwards as David Brent would say.
Are you getting the most outta life today?
I’m trying not to complain after seeing those homeless dudes,
but sometimes you gotta watch things, ya know,
young, good-looking bringing it on the heavy yesterday,
but don’t most people, (seconds later) return to their lives? Starbucks, malls, Lux cars?
Money, money, money? What’s the point here? Well I’ll explain.
Doesn’t everyone want a magic thumb-snap, to fix the worlds problems?
Are we stating the obivious here? You know the gut-wrenching feeling, we all wanna help.
But we're all not made that way. People can’t change their lives for other people they don’t know.
We may want to, we may really want to, but that doesn't mean we can.
Keep it going, ya know, I wish somehow I could help. But I’m just not made for it. Maybe I am in some ways, or different ways, or my own little way. Some millionaires are good, some aren’t.
So he says, “Grace is the face Love wears when met with Imperfection”. & I agree, but what can I do about it?
Fall back into my own selfish desires? That would be a probable explanation, or rise up! Ya right, from what?
I wish I could, Eeehhh,….confusion, I know. But I’m going to need a few more moments (hours) to get into things here. So what's the plan then mate?
sold some stuff
cleaned out old closet
recovered items once lost
organization is the key
to recuperation of one time fee
mementos bring back precious memories
of time, places & visits to the sea.
items for sell to pave a new path
sold some stuff, had a laugh
sold some stuff to make some room
got rid of some junk not a moment too soon
new space & new beginnings, dusted off shelves
fresh start to this day, hope it helps
recovered items once lost
organization is the key
to recuperation of one time fee
mementos bring back precious memories
of time, places & visits to the sea.
items for sell to pave a new path
sold some stuff, had a laugh
sold some stuff to make some room
got rid of some junk not a moment too soon
new space & new beginnings, dusted off shelves
fresh start to this day, hope it helps
Sunday, July 27, 2008
content - ? anxious - X
content staring at a blank page
content words bettered with rage
content belly full of drunken noodles
content to cheat, found a loop-whole
content to stay in contention
content to pass material decision
content to float down crowded streets
content to praise the king of the beats
content with solitude, alone in a room
content stated all too soon
anxious feelings from content surrounding
anxious cobwebs wiped from mind's ceiling
anxious to write thoughts of worth
anxious to see foreign lands of earth
anxious ideas slip away in dreams
anxious thoughts fall through the seems
anxious raindrops accepting their fate
anxious to be finished, only to wait.
content words bettered with rage
content belly full of drunken noodles
content to cheat, found a loop-whole
content to stay in contention
content to pass material decision
content to float down crowded streets
content to praise the king of the beats
content with solitude, alone in a room
content stated all too soon
anxious feelings from content surrounding
anxious cobwebs wiped from mind's ceiling
anxious to write thoughts of worth
anxious to see foreign lands of earth
anxious ideas slip away in dreams
anxious thoughts fall through the seems
anxious raindrops accepting their fate
anxious to be finished, only to wait.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
In Bloom
drunken angels with beer cap halos
ascend rickety stairs escorted by nothing,
save warm wind to harbor me.
those mischievous devils sleep again.
still,
love remains in bloom.
white paint taints a Mifune knife fight
as Shanghai mirrors crash behind.
wandering bikers pirouette street side
with weary eyes & bloody fingers
remembering,
love remains in bloom.
minuscule pawns face scrutiny
from impostor queens
emerging triumphal & vanquished
combined at a precise time.
however,
love remains in bloom.
a battle of the sexes ensues
as a lofty proposition enters the room
decisive thoughts exit stage left
as the day that is, becomes the day that was,
recall,
love remains in bloom.
ascend rickety stairs escorted by nothing,
save warm wind to harbor me.
those mischievous devils sleep again.
still,
love remains in bloom.
white paint taints a Mifune knife fight
as Shanghai mirrors crash behind.
wandering bikers pirouette street side
with weary eyes & bloody fingers
remembering,
love remains in bloom.
minuscule pawns face scrutiny
from impostor queens
emerging triumphal & vanquished
combined at a precise time.
however,
love remains in bloom.
a battle of the sexes ensues
as a lofty proposition enters the room
decisive thoughts exit stage left
as the day that is, becomes the day that was,
recall,
love remains in bloom.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
in the news today,..
I stumbled upon the following news story early this
morning whilst drinking copious amounts of coffee.
Just thought it was kind of weird since this guy was
my age. When are people going to learn? This guy
isn't the smartest, especially when it comes to doing
ridiculous things on the Internet.
Reporting in Lexington, Ky: Julie Matenopolis.
Internet photos compromise yet another young
adult
Soon to be 27 yr old (name not yet released) fills up
on early morning coffee, only to be notified by electronic
mail that one time compromising photos of said 26
year old are readily available for all to view on the Internet.
"this young man said it was only a joke", reports
Cindy Laughlin, expert & lead investigator of Internet
Predator's & All Things Mischievous LLC, "the cases
we work where people have posted pictures of themselves
in a non-professional manner, exceeds anything we do".
Laughlin also explains that many people engage in this type of behavior
due to a certain uncontrollable urge to actually view these photos
themselves. "we find that the reason for these photos (in the
majority) is for the self-gratification of the actual people who
post them". "What we're dealing with here are people crazy enough
to take compromising photos of themselves, post them on social-
networking sites, & not look into who all can view them, they end
up suffering very little, except some slight embarrassment". Laughlin
also stated in our interview that many of these people actually send
these photos out as apart of a gag, or joke.
The aforementioned individual is now back at his unnamed place of
employment. It seems that his co-workers & fellow associates have no
idea how weired this guy actually is.
Julie Matenopolis
Reporting live in Lexington
morning whilst drinking copious amounts of coffee.
Just thought it was kind of weird since this guy was
my age. When are people going to learn? This guy
isn't the smartest, especially when it comes to doing
ridiculous things on the Internet.
Reporting in Lexington, Ky: Julie Matenopolis.
Internet photos compromise yet another young
adult
Soon to be 27 yr old (name not yet released) fills up
on early morning coffee, only to be notified by electronic
mail that one time compromising photos of said 26
year old are readily available for all to view on the Internet.
"this young man said it was only a joke", reports
Cindy Laughlin, expert & lead investigator of Internet
Predator's & All Things Mischievous LLC, "the cases
we work where people have posted pictures of themselves
in a non-professional manner, exceeds anything we do".
Laughlin also explains that many people engage in this type of behavior
due to a certain uncontrollable urge to actually view these photos
themselves. "we find that the reason for these photos (in the
majority) is for the self-gratification of the actual people who
post them". "What we're dealing with here are people crazy enough
to take compromising photos of themselves, post them on social-
networking sites, & not look into who all can view them, they end
up suffering very little, except some slight embarrassment". Laughlin
also stated in our interview that many of these people actually send
these photos out as apart of a gag, or joke.
The aforementioned individual is now back at his unnamed place of
employment. It seems that his co-workers & fellow associates have no
idea how weired this guy actually is.
Julie Matenopolis
Reporting live in Lexington
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
the wait is over,..
O.K., all you overnight Batman fans, sort it!
It's time to retire.
The (how many year) wait is finally over. Today, some unsuspecting lives will be changed, quite like mine was that sweet day many moons ago, when a bloke named Robert Sutton showed me this show that "the guy from Shaun of the Dead" was in. I was always a skeptic back then, never wanting to try anything new, or believe in something that I hadn't stumbled on. Well enough walking down Mem Ln. For fans of Shaun, or Hot Fuzz, or the BBC Office, or, anything good at all, Spaced will treat you good, quite like I do. Simon Pegg & Jessica Stevenson wrote this brilliant "situational comedy" (what does that even mean?) about a couple of twenty-so's who under false pretense, say they are a proper couple to get a cheap flat together. You'll meet a few of their friends along the way that you'll say to yourself, "don't I know that person?"
Do yourself a favor,......don't make me track you down months from now, don't make me bug you, don't make me remind you, don't make me write some big elaborate criticism that will persuade you to watch this show, that's what Wikipedia is for. Just,.....don't be like that!
Trust me,.
Have I ever led you astray?
It'll be the best 40 bucks you ever spent, just don't get any gas for the next week or so.
It's time to retire.
The (how many year) wait is finally over. Today, some unsuspecting lives will be changed, quite like mine was that sweet day many moons ago, when a bloke named Robert Sutton showed me this show that "the guy from Shaun of the Dead" was in. I was always a skeptic back then, never wanting to try anything new, or believe in something that I hadn't stumbled on. Well enough walking down Mem Ln. For fans of Shaun, or Hot Fuzz, or the BBC Office, or, anything good at all, Spaced will treat you good, quite like I do. Simon Pegg & Jessica Stevenson wrote this brilliant "situational comedy" (what does that even mean?) about a couple of twenty-so's who under false pretense, say they are a proper couple to get a cheap flat together. You'll meet a few of their friends along the way that you'll say to yourself, "don't I know that person?"
Do yourself a favor,......don't make me track you down months from now, don't make me bug you, don't make me remind you, don't make me write some big elaborate criticism that will persuade you to watch this show, that's what Wikipedia is for. Just,.....don't be like that!
Trust me,.
Have I ever led you astray?
It'll be the best 40 bucks you ever spent, just don't get any gas for the next week or so.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
we've done it!
as I sat watching The Dark Knight this past weekend my mind was fixated on 2 things. The first being the sheer brilliant performance of Heath Ledger's terrifying Joker (more on that later), & the second being the equally terrifying screech of a newborn baby on & off through the entire movie. (one day that little baby will ask someone, "do you wanna know how I got these scars?")
For those of you who know me, my happier half & I are industrial strength magnets for these types of movie going experiences. Sure, when you go to the movies as much as we do, sooner or later you'll have a bad experience or 2. However, I'm not saying this was a bad experience. This movie is a modern day masterpiece with more than a few Oscar worthy performances, & I definitely had on my concentration socks that morning (we saw the 9:30am), nothing was going to ruin this for me. So, that said, we've come up with yet another brilliant business idea.
First things first, can anyone out there tell me what is one of the largest groups of people who don't attend movies? (I bet my brother is raising his hand!)
It's a tie,........
old people & adults with small children.
O.K., whose still with me? There is just about nothing anyone can do to spike the attendance of our great elders into the local cinema. Let's face that fact. Now, I'm sure adults with small children would love to go out to the movies more, right? Here is where the business idea comes in. Ready?
2-3 hour daycare at movie theaters.
Yes!, think about this. Think about this long & hard, while you do, I'm back to my story. One of the guardians of the newborn baby actually did take the kid out, but it was into the hallway leading up to the seats, which was actually closer to where we were sitting. There is no way either one of those parents got to fully enjoy the movie as a whole. (neither did some other people in attendance)
With this idea, EVERYONE benefits. Parents get to go out to more movies, alone & with less stress of something going wrong with a babysitter. The kids are right there in the same location as the parents. Theaters can provide parents with a silent buzzer in case of emergency. Movie theaters, studios, etc., etc., enjoy more revenue, & jobs are created. 17, 18, & 19 year olds with nothing to do on a Friday or Saturday can now work at the movie theater for 5 hours watching kids. And last but not least EVERYONE else in the theater can enjoy the movie without listening to crying babies. Movie theater management can hire trusted young adults with a background check & references. Aren't most of the theaters we actually sit it sound proof? Clear out the seats, throw in some climby-swing set things, a sandbox, & some snacks, & prest-o-change-o, you've got a new multi-million$$ a year business. Thank you, thank you.
There's not much else I can say about the film itself. It was nearly flawless. It's more than a heart-wrenching shame that one of the top actors of this generation had to bow-out so soon. I'll leave the criticism up to the critics, but see this film, it's amazing.
For those of you who know me, my happier half & I are industrial strength magnets for these types of movie going experiences. Sure, when you go to the movies as much as we do, sooner or later you'll have a bad experience or 2. However, I'm not saying this was a bad experience. This movie is a modern day masterpiece with more than a few Oscar worthy performances, & I definitely had on my concentration socks that morning (we saw the 9:30am), nothing was going to ruin this for me. So, that said, we've come up with yet another brilliant business idea.
First things first, can anyone out there tell me what is one of the largest groups of people who don't attend movies? (I bet my brother is raising his hand!)
It's a tie,........
old people & adults with small children.
O.K., whose still with me? There is just about nothing anyone can do to spike the attendance of our great elders into the local cinema. Let's face that fact. Now, I'm sure adults with small children would love to go out to the movies more, right? Here is where the business idea comes in. Ready?
2-3 hour daycare at movie theaters.
Yes!, think about this. Think about this long & hard, while you do, I'm back to my story. One of the guardians of the newborn baby actually did take the kid out, but it was into the hallway leading up to the seats, which was actually closer to where we were sitting. There is no way either one of those parents got to fully enjoy the movie as a whole. (neither did some other people in attendance)
With this idea, EVERYONE benefits. Parents get to go out to more movies, alone & with less stress of something going wrong with a babysitter. The kids are right there in the same location as the parents. Theaters can provide parents with a silent buzzer in case of emergency. Movie theaters, studios, etc., etc., enjoy more revenue, & jobs are created. 17, 18, & 19 year olds with nothing to do on a Friday or Saturday can now work at the movie theater for 5 hours watching kids. And last but not least EVERYONE else in the theater can enjoy the movie without listening to crying babies. Movie theater management can hire trusted young adults with a background check & references. Aren't most of the theaters we actually sit it sound proof? Clear out the seats, throw in some climby-swing set things, a sandbox, & some snacks, & prest-o-change-o, you've got a new multi-million$$ a year business. Thank you, thank you.
There's not much else I can say about the film itself. It was nearly flawless. It's more than a heart-wrenching shame that one of the top actors of this generation had to bow-out so soon. I'll leave the criticism up to the critics, but see this film, it's amazing.
Friday, July 18, 2008
my first interview:
faithful readers,
friends,
fellow wannabes,
futuristic amphibians,
funk-da-fide paraplegics &
fantastic accidents (remember you may have been an accident to your parents, but not to me).
With frenzied excitement I bring to you a fragment of my first ever interview with Freudian-fub-lication, "Fanzine". (actually it's just my old friend Fred Freedmeyer,(not his real name) who is fantastically famous for being first, although debated(ly) fourth for coining the frase freedom fries.) No bother though.
Enjoy, or don't.
Fred: Hey Jesse! It's been,....how long since we've last spoken?
Jesse: Hey! Uuhhh,....... at least 2 years, it's nice to speak to you again. I can't believe you're writing for a magazine right now, well done. Who woulda thought?
Fred: Thanks, some of that hard work paid off in College. But anyways, on to this interview. Thanks for participating, It's sort of a quasi-experiment to see how the modern, young, hipster, professional, internet blogging sensations are, you know, getting on. Their thoughts, expectations, ideas & what drives them to share their thoughts with total strangers
Jesse: "sensations"? Wow, I'm none of those, except, maybe young, depending on who's asking. This is weird, you may have me mistaken for someone else.
Fred: Right, well anyways,, what are you doing these days? You've been posting on blogspot for a few months, right?, I mean, come on, indulge the paying audience, give us some juice.
Jesse: O.K., well ya, I use blogspot to be really, really mean to people. Ya know, write really hurtful things about everyone I know, then, sometimes I also tell a few jokes. I live a pretty boring existence, not sure that anyone wants to hear about it.....but I just try to enjoy myself as much as possible. I'm really into books, films, music, friends, all that art stuff. As far as the writing, I guess it's just ways to pass the time. It's good for my mind. I'm not a writer though, just enjoy parts of it.
Fred: Can you tell me a little bit more about why you chose to start writing poetry?
Jesse: Well, ya, I mean, I guess you can call it poetry, but if you called it that, then that would make me a poet, which I'm not, so to me, it's more just thoughts & ideas. I'll take things from real-life situations, things that bother me, or upset me, or make me happy, or laugh & just create something from it. It's just a way to express myself. Sometimes it feels good to write a big, confused mess. But I use spell check & dictionary.com quite a bit, there, my secrets are out. Oh ya, and the Internet is weird, anyone can do this.
Fred: Do you consider yourself an artist?
Jesse: No, not at all. That's hilarious, I guess it would be my dream job, but hilarious. That's why I write silly little things. I try to avoid pretense, I mean trust me, in my mind, I occasionally think things I've written are good, but I don't really know, or understand what other people think about some of this stuff, I don't even know who, if anyone is reading it. I mean what's good? I don't play music, act, make films, paint, whatever. I wish I could, but I can't afford to move to Manhattan & drugs scare me. I have a boring, mundane office job that I hate 77% of the time.
Fred: ha ha! Nice one. Thanks for sharing. Just to explain a little more about this, we're interviewing 100, 20-30 year olds about their thoughts on art, life, different topics. Then we're going to compile all the information to get a better understanding about what this age group is all about. Sort of a generational census.
Jesse: Cool, sounds like a Woody Allen film. To be honest, that was going to be a question I had for you. This didn't seem like it was even real when you first contacted me. I mean, why would anyone want to interview me, I've not done anything, I guess I fit the age requirements, right? Who knows if I'll ever see any of this.
Fred: Oh you will, trust me, it's on the up & up. One or 2 more questions though.
Jesse: Shoot!
Fred: What would you say is the most important thing in your life right now?
Jesse: Ha, ha!, I knew that was coming, I hate questions like that. Here ya go, I wanna be really sad & depressed & suck at things. Maybe I'll be a total failure. OK, sorry so ya, I've been really happy recently with simply existing, know what I mean?
Fred: Oh here we go,...another one of these pretentious, neo-idealistic, modern ways to explain laziness, do tell, do tell.
Jesse: No I'm serious, maybe I was born in the wrong time, think about it, back in the day "being alive" was all the rage. Can you imagine how important speaking, writing & interacting with family & strangers alike was? I think that came out wrong. What I really believe in, is being happy with yourself, your friends, your family, your choices. Choices, I'm big on that right now. This society we live in puts a lot of time & energy into the words success & money. If you believe in all that, I promise you'll never be totally happy, which is a cliche', but what I mean, is you'll never be able to keep up, you'll always be chasing something bigger * better, until it totally consumes you. People with a lot of money will say that is the poor mans bitterness, but I'm not poor, so I don't know, believe what you want. Success is great, don't get me wrong, do something, ya know? But keep the important things close by. Work can be so lame, maybe I am bitter. Sometimes I feel like I can't really explain what I'm trying to say, but just living is a big thing for me. I'm trying to balance just being content with what I have, ya know? I'm not really the type of person who is driven by money or success. I don't get it. Discard the frivolousness. Is that even a word?
Fred: Ya, I think it is. Well, then what drives you?
Jesse: I don't know, a 2005 Chevy Malibu.
Fred: No seriously, this is good, ...this will be good question.
Jesse: UUUhhh, I mean it's the little things in'it? Like how hot my coffee is, capturing that little moment on something you've written, that one part in that song, that shot in that film,...but also, I guess my health,..how different forms of art effect me,...just,..realizing different things, growing, educating myself, being semi-intelligent, relaxing, the relationships I manage. I don't know, you caught me off guard, but those things are important to me.
Fred: Thanks for opening up a little. This is exactly what we are hoping we can get from other people. That concludes this short interview. Thanks for indulging us. Can I follow up with you sometime soon?
Jesse: ya sure, thanks, that wasn't so bad, lemme know how this whole thing ends up. You made me feel more important than I actually am. Can you send me a transcript of this, or the actual article when it comes out? I wanna share it.
Fred: ya, give me a day or 2, I'll send this transcript, and the magazine comes out in August. Thanks again Jesse, Take care! I'll be in touch.
Jesse: Thanks, see-ya.
friends,
fellow wannabes,
futuristic amphibians,
funk-da-fide paraplegics &
fantastic accidents (remember you may have been an accident to your parents, but not to me).
With frenzied excitement I bring to you a fragment of my first ever interview with Freudian-fub-lication, "Fanzine". (actually it's just my old friend Fred Freedmeyer,(not his real name) who is fantastically famous for being first, although debated(ly) fourth for coining the frase freedom fries.) No bother though.
Enjoy, or don't.
Fred: Hey Jesse! It's been,....how long since we've last spoken?
Jesse: Hey! Uuhhh,....... at least 2 years, it's nice to speak to you again. I can't believe you're writing for a magazine right now, well done. Who woulda thought?
Fred: Thanks, some of that hard work paid off in College. But anyways, on to this interview. Thanks for participating, It's sort of a quasi-experiment to see how the modern, young, hipster, professional, internet blogging sensations are, you know, getting on. Their thoughts, expectations, ideas & what drives them to share their thoughts with total strangers
Jesse: "sensations"? Wow, I'm none of those, except, maybe young, depending on who's asking. This is weird, you may have me mistaken for someone else.
Fred: Right, well anyways,, what are you doing these days? You've been posting on blogspot for a few months, right?, I mean, come on, indulge the paying audience, give us some juice.
Jesse: O.K., well ya, I use blogspot to be really, really mean to people. Ya know, write really hurtful things about everyone I know, then, sometimes I also tell a few jokes. I live a pretty boring existence, not sure that anyone wants to hear about it.....but I just try to enjoy myself as much as possible. I'm really into books, films, music, friends, all that art stuff. As far as the writing, I guess it's just ways to pass the time. It's good for my mind. I'm not a writer though, just enjoy parts of it.
Fred: Can you tell me a little bit more about why you chose to start writing poetry?
Jesse: Well, ya, I mean, I guess you can call it poetry, but if you called it that, then that would make me a poet, which I'm not, so to me, it's more just thoughts & ideas. I'll take things from real-life situations, things that bother me, or upset me, or make me happy, or laugh & just create something from it. It's just a way to express myself. Sometimes it feels good to write a big, confused mess. But I use spell check & dictionary.com quite a bit, there, my secrets are out. Oh ya, and the Internet is weird, anyone can do this.
Fred: Do you consider yourself an artist?
Jesse: No, not at all. That's hilarious, I guess it would be my dream job, but hilarious. That's why I write silly little things. I try to avoid pretense, I mean trust me, in my mind, I occasionally think things I've written are good, but I don't really know, or understand what other people think about some of this stuff, I don't even know who, if anyone is reading it. I mean what's good? I don't play music, act, make films, paint, whatever. I wish I could, but I can't afford to move to Manhattan & drugs scare me. I have a boring, mundane office job that I hate 77% of the time.
Fred: ha ha! Nice one. Thanks for sharing. Just to explain a little more about this, we're interviewing 100, 20-30 year olds about their thoughts on art, life, different topics. Then we're going to compile all the information to get a better understanding about what this age group is all about. Sort of a generational census.
Jesse: Cool, sounds like a Woody Allen film. To be honest, that was going to be a question I had for you. This didn't seem like it was even real when you first contacted me. I mean, why would anyone want to interview me, I've not done anything, I guess I fit the age requirements, right? Who knows if I'll ever see any of this.
Fred: Oh you will, trust me, it's on the up & up. One or 2 more questions though.
Jesse: Shoot!
Fred: What would you say is the most important thing in your life right now?
Jesse: Ha, ha!, I knew that was coming, I hate questions like that. Here ya go, I wanna be really sad & depressed & suck at things. Maybe I'll be a total failure. OK, sorry so ya, I've been really happy recently with simply existing, know what I mean?
Fred: Oh here we go,...another one of these pretentious, neo-idealistic, modern ways to explain laziness, do tell, do tell.
Jesse: No I'm serious, maybe I was born in the wrong time, think about it, back in the day "being alive" was all the rage. Can you imagine how important speaking, writing & interacting with family & strangers alike was? I think that came out wrong. What I really believe in, is being happy with yourself, your friends, your family, your choices. Choices, I'm big on that right now. This society we live in puts a lot of time & energy into the words success & money. If you believe in all that, I promise you'll never be totally happy, which is a cliche', but what I mean, is you'll never be able to keep up, you'll always be chasing something bigger * better, until it totally consumes you. People with a lot of money will say that is the poor mans bitterness, but I'm not poor, so I don't know, believe what you want. Success is great, don't get me wrong, do something, ya know? But keep the important things close by. Work can be so lame, maybe I am bitter. Sometimes I feel like I can't really explain what I'm trying to say, but just living is a big thing for me. I'm trying to balance just being content with what I have, ya know? I'm not really the type of person who is driven by money or success. I don't get it. Discard the frivolousness. Is that even a word?
Fred: Ya, I think it is. Well, then what drives you?
Jesse: I don't know, a 2005 Chevy Malibu.
Fred: No seriously, this is good, ...this will be good question.
Jesse: UUUhhh, I mean it's the little things in'it? Like how hot my coffee is, capturing that little moment on something you've written, that one part in that song, that shot in that film,...but also, I guess my health,..how different forms of art effect me,...just,..realizing different things, growing, educating myself, being semi-intelligent, relaxing, the relationships I manage. I don't know, you caught me off guard, but those things are important to me.
Fred: Thanks for opening up a little. This is exactly what we are hoping we can get from other people. That concludes this short interview. Thanks for indulging us. Can I follow up with you sometime soon?
Jesse: ya sure, thanks, that wasn't so bad, lemme know how this whole thing ends up. You made me feel more important than I actually am. Can you send me a transcript of this, or the actual article when it comes out? I wanna share it.
Fred: ya, give me a day or 2, I'll send this transcript, and the magazine comes out in August. Thanks again Jesse, Take care! I'll be in touch.
Jesse: Thanks, see-ya.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
something to bend your neck to,.
so recently a buddy I had in college contacted me, didn't everybody have an "old college friend" like this:
knew him for only a year,
he never went to class,
dropped out after that 1st year,
(of course flunked out)
played way too many video games,
moved back to small hometown after 1st year,
didn't hear from him for years,
called you outta the blue,......
anyways, he is now writing small articles for an equally small magazine somewhere in Indiana. Couldn't remember the name of it, but he wants to do a short 5-10 minute interview with me soon, sounds like it could be interesting, but not sure really what it entails. I'll be sure to share a minute or 2 of it. Other than that,..Cheers!
(welcome to our world of merry music)
keep your head outta the grind,
knew him for only a year,
he never went to class,
dropped out after that 1st year,
(of course flunked out)
played way too many video games,
moved back to small hometown after 1st year,
didn't hear from him for years,
called you outta the blue,......
anyways, he is now writing small articles for an equally small magazine somewhere in Indiana. Couldn't remember the name of it, but he wants to do a short 5-10 minute interview with me soon, sounds like it could be interesting, but not sure really what it entails. I'll be sure to share a minute or 2 of it. Other than that,..Cheers!
(welcome to our world of merry music)
keep your head outta the grind,
my first interview:
faithful readers,
friends,
fellow wannabes,
futuristic amphibians,
funk-da-fide paraplegics &
fantastic accidents (remember you may have been an accident to your parents, but not to me).
With frenzied excitement I bring to you a fragment of my first ever interview with Freudian-fub-lication, "Fanzine". (actually it's just my old friend Fred Freedmeyer,(not his real name) who is fantastically famous for being first, although debated(ly) fourth for coining the frase freedom fries.) No bother though.
Enjoy, or don't.
Fred: Hey Jesse! It's been,....how long since we've last spoken?
Jesse: Hey! Uuhhh,....... at least 2 years, it's nice to speak to you again. I can't believe you're writing for a magazine right now, well done. Who woulda thought?
Fred: Thanks, some of that hard work paid off in College. But anyways, on to this interview. Thanks for participating, It's sort of a quasi-experiment to see how the modern, young, hipster, professional, internet blogging sensations are, you know, getting on. Their thoughts, expectations, ideas & what drives them to share their thoughts with total strangers
Jesse: "sensations"? Wow, I'm none of those, except, maybe young, depending on who's asking. This is weird, you may have me mistaken for someone else.
Fred: Right, well anyways,, what are you doing these days? You've been posting on blogspot for a few months, right?, I mean, come on, indulge the paying audience, give us some juice.
Jesse: O.K., well ya, I use blogspot to be really, really mean to people. Ya know, write really hurtful things about everyone I know, then, sometimes I also tell a few jokes. I live a pretty boring existence, not sure that anyone wants to hear about it.....but I just try to enjoy myself as much as possible. I'm really into books, films, music, friends, all that art stuff. As far as the writing, I guess it's just ways to pass the time. It's good for my mind. I'm not a writer though, just enjoy parts of it.
Fred: Can you tell me a little bit more about why you chose to start writing poetry?
Jesse: Well, ya, I mean, I guess you can call it poetry, but if you called it that, then that would make me a poet, which I'm not, so to me, it's more just thoughts & ideas. I'll take things from real-life situations, things that bother me, or upset me, or make me happy, or laugh & just create something from it. It's just a way to express myself. Sometimes it feels good to write a big, confused mess. But I use spell check & dictionary.com quite a bit, there, my secrets are out. Oh ya, and the Internet is weird, anyone can do this.
Fred: Do you consider yourself an artist?
Jesse: No, not at all. That's hilarious, I guess it would be my dream job, but hilarious. That's why I write silly little things. I try to avoid pretense, I mean trust me, in my mind, I occasionally think things I've written are good, but I don't really know, or understand what other people think about some of this stuff, I don't even know who, if anyone is reading it. I mean what's good? I don't play music, act, make films, paint, whatever. I wish I could, but I can't afford to move to Manhattan & drugs scare me. I have a boring, mundane office job that I hate 77% of the time.
Fred: ha ha! Nice one. Thanks for sharing. Just to explain a little more about this, we're interviewing 10, 20-30 year olds about their thoughts on art, life, different topics. Then we're going to compile all the information to get a better understanding about what this age group is all about. Sort of a generational census.
Jesse: Cool, sounds like a Woody Allen film. To be honest, that was going to be a question I had for you. This didn't seem like it was even real when you first contacted me. I mean, why would anyone want to interview me, I've not done anything, I guess I fit the age requirements, right? Who knows if I'll ever see any of this.
Fred: Oh you will, trust me, it's on the up & up. One or 2 more questions though.
Jesse: Shoot!
Fred: What would you say is the most important thing in your life right now?
Jesse: Ha, ha!, I knew that was coming, I hate questions like that. Here ya go, I wanna be really sad & depressed & suck at things. Maybe I'll be a total failure. OK, sorry so ya, I've been really happy recently with simply existing, know what I mean?
Fred: Oh here we go,...another one of these pretentious, neo-idealistic, modern ways to explain laziness, do tell, do tell.
Jesse: No I'm serious, maybe I was born in the wrong time, think about it, back in the day "being alive" was all the rage. Can you imagine how important speaking, writing & interacting with family & strangers alike was? I think that came out wrong. What I really believe in, is being happy with yourself, your friends, your family, your choices. Choices, I'm big on that right now. This society we live in puts a lot of time & energy into the words success & money. If you believe in all that, I promise you'll never be totally happy, which is a cliche', but what I mean, is you'll never be able to keep up, you'll always be chasing something bigger * better, until it totally consumes you. People with a lot of money will say that is the poor mans bitterness, but I'm not poor, so I don't know, believe what you want. Success is great, don't get me wrong, do something, ya know? But keep the important things close by. Work can be so lame, maybe I am bitter. Sometimes I feel like I can't really explain what I'm trying to say, but just living is a big thing for me. I'm trying to balance just being content with what I have, ya know? I'm not really the type of person who is driven by money or success. I don't get it. Discard the frivolousness. Is that even a word?
Fred: Ya, I think it is. Well, then what drives you?
Jesse: I don't know, a 2005 Chevy Malibu.
Fred: No seriously, this is good, ...this will be good question.
Jesse: UUUhhh, I mean it's the little things in'it? Like how hot my coffee is, capturing that little moment on something you've written, that one part in that song, that shot in that film,...but also, I guess my health,..how different forms of art effect me,...just,..realizing different things, growing, educating myself, being semi-intelligent, relaxing, the relationships I manage. I don't know, you caught me off guard, but those things are important to me.
Fred: Thanks for opening up a little. This is exactly what we are hoping we can get from other people. That concludes this short interview. Thanks for indulging us. Can I follow up with sometime soon?
Jesse: ya sure, thanks, that wasn't so bad, lemme know how this whole thing ends up. You made me feel more important than I actually am. Can you send me a transcript of this, or the actual article when it comes out? I wanna share it.
Fred: ya, give me a day or 2, I'll send this transcript, and the magazine comes out in August. Thanks again Jesse, Take care! I'll be in touch.
Jesse: Thanks, see-ya.
friends,
fellow wannabes,
futuristic amphibians,
funk-da-fide paraplegics &
fantastic accidents (remember you may have been an accident to your parents, but not to me).
With frenzied excitement I bring to you a fragment of my first ever interview with Freudian-fub-lication, "Fanzine". (actually it's just my old friend Fred Freedmeyer,(not his real name) who is fantastically famous for being first, although debated(ly) fourth for coining the frase freedom fries.) No bother though.
Enjoy, or don't.
Fred: Hey Jesse! It's been,....how long since we've last spoken?
Jesse: Hey! Uuhhh,....... at least 2 years, it's nice to speak to you again. I can't believe you're writing for a magazine right now, well done. Who woulda thought?
Fred: Thanks, some of that hard work paid off in College. But anyways, on to this interview. Thanks for participating, It's sort of a quasi-experiment to see how the modern, young, hipster, professional, internet blogging sensations are, you know, getting on. Their thoughts, expectations, ideas & what drives them to share their thoughts with total strangers
Jesse: "sensations"? Wow, I'm none of those, except, maybe young, depending on who's asking. This is weird, you may have me mistaken for someone else.
Fred: Right, well anyways,, what are you doing these days? You've been posting on blogspot for a few months, right?, I mean, come on, indulge the paying audience, give us some juice.
Jesse: O.K., well ya, I use blogspot to be really, really mean to people. Ya know, write really hurtful things about everyone I know, then, sometimes I also tell a few jokes. I live a pretty boring existence, not sure that anyone wants to hear about it.....but I just try to enjoy myself as much as possible. I'm really into books, films, music, friends, all that art stuff. As far as the writing, I guess it's just ways to pass the time. It's good for my mind. I'm not a writer though, just enjoy parts of it.
Fred: Can you tell me a little bit more about why you chose to start writing poetry?
Jesse: Well, ya, I mean, I guess you can call it poetry, but if you called it that, then that would make me a poet, which I'm not, so to me, it's more just thoughts & ideas. I'll take things from real-life situations, things that bother me, or upset me, or make me happy, or laugh & just create something from it. It's just a way to express myself. Sometimes it feels good to write a big, confused mess. But I use spell check & dictionary.com quite a bit, there, my secrets are out. Oh ya, and the Internet is weird, anyone can do this.
Fred: Do you consider yourself an artist?
Jesse: No, not at all. That's hilarious, I guess it would be my dream job, but hilarious. That's why I write silly little things. I try to avoid pretense, I mean trust me, in my mind, I occasionally think things I've written are good, but I don't really know, or understand what other people think about some of this stuff, I don't even know who, if anyone is reading it. I mean what's good? I don't play music, act, make films, paint, whatever. I wish I could, but I can't afford to move to Manhattan & drugs scare me. I have a boring, mundane office job that I hate 77% of the time.
Fred: ha ha! Nice one. Thanks for sharing. Just to explain a little more about this, we're interviewing 10, 20-30 year olds about their thoughts on art, life, different topics. Then we're going to compile all the information to get a better understanding about what this age group is all about. Sort of a generational census.
Jesse: Cool, sounds like a Woody Allen film. To be honest, that was going to be a question I had for you. This didn't seem like it was even real when you first contacted me. I mean, why would anyone want to interview me, I've not done anything, I guess I fit the age requirements, right? Who knows if I'll ever see any of this.
Fred: Oh you will, trust me, it's on the up & up. One or 2 more questions though.
Jesse: Shoot!
Fred: What would you say is the most important thing in your life right now?
Jesse: Ha, ha!, I knew that was coming, I hate questions like that. Here ya go, I wanna be really sad & depressed & suck at things. Maybe I'll be a total failure. OK, sorry so ya, I've been really happy recently with simply existing, know what I mean?
Fred: Oh here we go,...another one of these pretentious, neo-idealistic, modern ways to explain laziness, do tell, do tell.
Jesse: No I'm serious, maybe I was born in the wrong time, think about it, back in the day "being alive" was all the rage. Can you imagine how important speaking, writing & interacting with family & strangers alike was? I think that came out wrong. What I really believe in, is being happy with yourself, your friends, your family, your choices. Choices, I'm big on that right now. This society we live in puts a lot of time & energy into the words success & money. If you believe in all that, I promise you'll never be totally happy, which is a cliche', but what I mean, is you'll never be able to keep up, you'll always be chasing something bigger * better, until it totally consumes you. People with a lot of money will say that is the poor mans bitterness, but I'm not poor, so I don't know, believe what you want. Success is great, don't get me wrong, do something, ya know? But keep the important things close by. Work can be so lame, maybe I am bitter. Sometimes I feel like I can't really explain what I'm trying to say, but just living is a big thing for me. I'm trying to balance just being content with what I have, ya know? I'm not really the type of person who is driven by money or success. I don't get it. Discard the frivolousness. Is that even a word?
Fred: Ya, I think it is. Well, then what drives you?
Jesse: I don't know, a 2005 Chevy Malibu.
Fred: No seriously, this is good, ...this will be good question.
Jesse: UUUhhh, I mean it's the little things in'it? Like how hot my coffee is, capturing that little moment on something you've written, that one part in that song, that shot in that film,...but also, I guess my health,..how different forms of art effect me,...just,..realizing different things, growing, educating myself, being semi-intelligent, relaxing, the relationships I manage. I don't know, you caught me off guard, but those things are important to me.
Fred: Thanks for opening up a little. This is exactly what we are hoping we can get from other people. That concludes this short interview. Thanks for indulging us. Can I follow up with sometime soon?
Jesse: ya sure, thanks, that wasn't so bad, lemme know how this whole thing ends up. You made me feel more important than I actually am. Can you send me a transcript of this, or the actual article when it comes out? I wanna share it.
Fred: ya, give me a day or 2, I'll send this transcript, and the magazine comes out in August. Thanks again Jesse, Take care! I'll be in touch.
Jesse: Thanks, see-ya.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
the perennial adventures of our hero, pt.1
the earth dies dreaming
as I speak film to an old friend.
the internet's failed me again.
does the same air I breathe
circulate through your lungs
skating rink style?
he's got the birthday cake blues
as an old man honk's away on his clarinet,
this time, Woody style.
speaking in a surreptitious code
I've managed 1pound50 in revenue
from a global corporation appropriately
named: GlobalCorp.
In the mean time, back at the Hall of No Fuss
yet another young artist sells his soul for a role
in the upcoming sticky, kernel in your teeth film
aptly titled: Colonel's Last Stand.
This time he's apologizing up there on the stand,
lonely & alone, for subjecting his peers to a lifetime
of espionage & deceit. It is at this time he decisively
reveals his "other" life, one of a secret agent,
trading secrets of recipes with the so-called:
Spindle of Bad. The S.o.B. is the brain child
of one Merle P. Erstwhile, monocle & all, Merle
has devoted a lifetime of deviled eggs & shedding
cat hair to his empire of evil.
Will our hero succumb to the temptations he's
sure to face playing a bit player in tinsel town?
or, will the S.o.B.'s Erstwhile succeed in stealing
your Grandmother's recipe for corned beef hash?
tune in next time on: the perennial adventures of our hero!
as I speak film to an old friend.
the internet's failed me again.
does the same air I breathe
circulate through your lungs
skating rink style?
he's got the birthday cake blues
as an old man honk's away on his clarinet,
this time, Woody style.
speaking in a surreptitious code
I've managed 1pound50 in revenue
from a global corporation appropriately
named: GlobalCorp.
In the mean time, back at the Hall of No Fuss
yet another young artist sells his soul for a role
in the upcoming sticky, kernel in your teeth film
aptly titled: Colonel's Last Stand.
This time he's apologizing up there on the stand,
lonely & alone, for subjecting his peers to a lifetime
of espionage & deceit. It is at this time he decisively
reveals his "other" life, one of a secret agent,
trading secrets of recipes with the so-called:
Spindle of Bad. The S.o.B. is the brain child
of one Merle P. Erstwhile, monocle & all, Merle
has devoted a lifetime of deviled eggs & shedding
cat hair to his empire of evil.
Will our hero succumb to the temptations he's
sure to face playing a bit player in tinsel town?
or, will the S.o.B.'s Erstwhile succeed in stealing
your Grandmother's recipe for corned beef hash?
tune in next time on: the perennial adventures of our hero!
Monday, July 14, 2008
bandage
goopy ends with adhesive gunk
to hide away a small lament.
temporary relief to a nick,
a flick,
a dive.
a fool's pride, battle tested,
told a lie.
healing process begun anew.
scar underneath healed,
all too soon.
subconscious cover pulled
over sacred eyes
hidden away tears
wiped away from scared lives.
to hide away a small lament.
temporary relief to a nick,
a flick,
a dive.
a fool's pride, battle tested,
told a lie.
healing process begun anew.
scar underneath healed,
all too soon.
subconscious cover pulled
over sacred eyes
hidden away tears
wiped away from scared lives.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
self realization
(this is fantasy-escapism-raptured-imagination,
to a beat, so stomp your feet,
kick up a ruckus of dust,
learn the words, ignore the annoying herds,
of sheeple that corrupt your peep-hole
of thought, be brave,listen not to others,
keep fighting the good fight,
shall we hold onto our sight?
of the prize we hold so dear?
our freedom as humans,
being twisted into humans
that we choose not to become.)
I'm starting to realize
that there is an outside
remnant of a possibility of
a chance that I'd
be slightly if not infinitely happier
spending large amounts of time,
maybe 60-70%, or living
permanently, in or around,
possibly even the outskirts
of the middle of plum-nowhere!
Oh, city nights, city lights, cities of shite.
A woodsmen, or more appropriately
a man of the woods.
A nature man?
(land-locked blues? the beeach maybe?)
Would I go crazy?
or write the masterpiece that I'm not
even sure resides in me?
things to do, food to prepare, books to read,
thoughts to write------provisions.
Am I ruffing this enough to say "wood to chop"?
I once mentioned maple-tree satellites.
I wonder how long I would last?
you know that feeling you get when, let's say
you're off from work, and you haven't spoken
to your husband,wife,boyfriend,girlfriend,milkman,mailman,
roommate, cable repair man, so on&so forth,.....
hour 5 of not even speaking approaches,
you've yet to open your mouth?
that can possibly be tedious.
But wait,...isn't that it?
wouldn't the be the point?
you haven't said one thing all day, you
haven't had to speak, request, plead,
argue, answer, order, accept, thank, apologize,
avoid, nod, interrupt, groom, wait, fight, lie.
If things got bad, I could invite people out
like Jack kerouac did in big sur.throw bof parties.
everyone could pitch in. food.
this would give me a chance to eat,drink,speak!
Itchy beard faces,
like minded people,
king for a day,
no convincing,
no pre-judges (d) made to order
ntil one day i suppose our robot masters would
flick, either on, or off, their master
robot switch.
fall in line!
I see it, I'm starting to see this,
as a distinct! possibility.
this manuscript was paid in part by age,
the great corrupter.
(b, survey says: 4 outta 10)
(wink*)
to a beat, so stomp your feet,
kick up a ruckus of dust,
learn the words, ignore the annoying herds,
of sheeple that corrupt your peep-hole
of thought, be brave,listen not to others,
keep fighting the good fight,
shall we hold onto our sight?
of the prize we hold so dear?
our freedom as humans,
being twisted into humans
that we choose not to become.)
I'm starting to realize
that there is an outside
remnant of a possibility of
a chance that I'd
be slightly if not infinitely happier
spending large amounts of time,
maybe 60-70%, or living
permanently, in or around,
possibly even the outskirts
of the middle of plum-nowhere!
Oh, city nights, city lights, cities of shite.
A woodsmen, or more appropriately
a man of the woods.
A nature man?
(land-locked blues? the beeach maybe?)
Would I go crazy?
or write the masterpiece that I'm not
even sure resides in me?
things to do, food to prepare, books to read,
thoughts to write------provisions.
Am I ruffing this enough to say "wood to chop"?
I once mentioned maple-tree satellites.
I wonder how long I would last?
you know that feeling you get when, let's say
you're off from work, and you haven't spoken
to your husband,wife,boyfriend,girlfriend,milkman,mailman,
roommate, cable repair man, so on&so forth,.....
hour 5 of not even speaking approaches,
you've yet to open your mouth?
that can possibly be tedious.
But wait,...isn't that it?
wouldn't the be the point?
you haven't said one thing all day, you
haven't had to speak, request, plead,
argue, answer, order, accept, thank, apologize,
avoid, nod, interrupt, groom, wait, fight, lie.
If things got bad, I could invite people out
like Jack kerouac did in big sur.throw bof parties.
everyone could pitch in. food.
this would give me a chance to eat,drink,speak!
Itchy beard faces,
like minded people,
king for a day,
no convincing,
no pre-judges (d) made to order
ntil one day i suppose our robot masters would
flick, either on, or off, their master
robot switch.
fall in line!
I see it, I'm starting to see this,
as a distinct! possibility.
this manuscript was paid in part by age,
the great corrupter.
(b, survey says: 4 outta 10)
(wink*)
Friday, July 11, 2008
Brothers In Arms (In A War)
So here we stand!
Brothers in arms,
in a war.
Sought after thoughts-
Simplistic ideas of happiness,
seasons & sessions of
growth & warmth
linger for a moment,
on a knifes edge.
Only to descend away
like ash in the wind.
Body & mind
trudging through
Kubrick mud fields.
Brothers together,
variety of fears.
Flowing, abundant,
take your pick!
Nevertheless,...vigorous spirits,
reborn like the morning dawn.
Each day brings
land mines of optimism,
individual struggles,
tip-toeing over the brim.
Brothers exchanging math,
ways to relate a days wage.
Dreams being filed away
like index cards,
ways to pass the time.
Brothers in arms,
migrating brave mountain passes,
peaks & valleys of emotion
swatted away like minute gnats.
Brothers!
Standing like a monument,
unmovable in the
face of our oppressor.
In victory,
we'll share triumphant stories.
In defeat,
we'll see not another morning.
Unspecified we'll overcome!
With our square jaws
lifted to the heavens,
We will triumph!
Brothers in arms,
in a war.
Sought after thoughts-
Simplistic ideas of happiness,
seasons & sessions of
growth & warmth
linger for a moment,
on a knifes edge.
Only to descend away
like ash in the wind.
Body & mind
trudging through
Kubrick mud fields.
Brothers together,
variety of fears.
Flowing, abundant,
take your pick!
Nevertheless,...vigorous spirits,
reborn like the morning dawn.
Each day brings
land mines of optimism,
individual struggles,
tip-toeing over the brim.
Brothers exchanging math,
ways to relate a days wage.
Dreams being filed away
like index cards,
ways to pass the time.
Brothers in arms,
migrating brave mountain passes,
peaks & valleys of emotion
swatted away like minute gnats.
Brothers!
Standing like a monument,
unmovable in the
face of our oppressor.
In victory,
we'll share triumphant stories.
In defeat,
we'll see not another morning.
Unspecified we'll overcome!
With our square jaws
lifted to the heavens,
We will triumph!
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
a little, sad feeling,...
each time I leave you,
calm, asleep
lying there,
in our foundation,
after a diverting season,
I get a little, sad feeling.
calm, asleep
lying there,
in our foundation,
after a diverting season,
I get a little, sad feeling.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
there, there Jack,....
(dramatic sigh)
ya, so Big Sur, changing lives & such. No real talent in writing broke-book reviews, criticism, pish-posh. But deep, meaningful sighs whilst reading this here narrative. Wowsers!
Kerouac
trudges,
trudges,
trudges out into the middle-of-beautiful-no-where, to escape the "whole nerve- racking scene", and write. Oh my, my, the beauty of it all, describing the gut-wrenching pain he's enduring trying to escape the temptations of friends, parasites, and drink. Delirium Tremens sets in like a long winters nap. A pain so intense, just the description of it not wished upon your worst enemy.
Kerouac's journey, like most of his others, entail leaving, staying, coming & going. He leaves the cabin in Bixby Canyon numerous times to pursue the object of his temptations & desires, only to return to the desolate cabin, again searching for some calm & peace in all the madness that his celebrity has brought upon him. Picture a man entering into his later 30's dealing with the all to common "perpetual adolescence" that a young, good-looking, successful writer would experience. (On The Road was written some 7-10 years earlier).
In the end, alcohol ended Kerouac's life at an all too early 47. Many critics & literary wanks overlook Kerouac's later works. Don't know why, Big Sur is a brilliant, honest look at a great American writer during a time in his life when he was searching for reasons behind the loss of his personal dream. Lessons learned, continuing assignments, etc:.....If things don't turn out so well for our heroes, maybe the loss of our dreams will be that much easier to bear.
ya, so Big Sur, changing lives & such. No real talent in writing broke-book reviews, criticism, pish-posh. But deep, meaningful sighs whilst reading this here narrative. Wowsers!
Kerouac
trudges,
trudges,
trudges out into the middle-of-beautiful-no-where, to escape the "whole nerve- racking scene", and write. Oh my, my, the beauty of it all, describing the gut-wrenching pain he's enduring trying to escape the temptations of friends, parasites, and drink. Delirium Tremens sets in like a long winters nap. A pain so intense, just the description of it not wished upon your worst enemy.
Kerouac's journey, like most of his others, entail leaving, staying, coming & going. He leaves the cabin in Bixby Canyon numerous times to pursue the object of his temptations & desires, only to return to the desolate cabin, again searching for some calm & peace in all the madness that his celebrity has brought upon him. Picture a man entering into his later 30's dealing with the all to common "perpetual adolescence" that a young, good-looking, successful writer would experience. (On The Road was written some 7-10 years earlier).
In the end, alcohol ended Kerouac's life at an all too early 47. Many critics & literary wanks overlook Kerouac's later works. Don't know why, Big Sur is a brilliant, honest look at a great American writer during a time in his life when he was searching for reasons behind the loss of his personal dream. Lessons learned, continuing assignments, etc:.....If things don't turn out so well for our heroes, maybe the loss of our dreams will be that much easier to bear.
Friday, July 4, 2008
thoughts of a ______society, or Reporting, or Malediction.
i phone you up, late.
get no reply.
ubiquitous frustration.
oh, oh, oh,.........
before-into that,.....
these trudging monsters,
running a-muck,
tip-toeing into imaginations,
stomping up a ruckus.
on seeing a ded bird wed morn:
poor little birdie,
smashed to smithereens,
sidewalk blood-
curbside gut,
monopolizing,
warm-blooded humans
pass by,
coffee in hand
places to go.
spotted!!
wild like jungle cat
calm-poised-leering-ferocious-snarling beast
sun rising east,
not the least, joker-----
52 deck,
tired of these burn marks
from that hot poker.
sorted,
love won or lost ina box
dt, da-da daaaaa!
presenting:
this modern knife.
belief in a cause
sense of urgency (again)
hands lifted, urgent, waiting, poised.
how much for a life/pint?
paving a path of scripted reality
endless diatribe,
relationships discarded like sweaty socks.
SEX!!(oh my!) printed on the side of a cereal box.
why the long like ed Munster face?
dirty undies drying on the national clothesline
hypocrisy like grains of sand on a nude beach,
minuscule specs of glass stuck in your ass.
hhmmm, hhhmmm, hhhmmmm,
written nothing for you,
thoughts this evening were few,
chop that up ang, I'll make a stew.
ferocious, truculent, flames burn inside
they flicker, fluctuate. unable to die.
treasure hunting for pain & fear
gold mine, chests filled with tears.
clip-clip, chip-chipped family tree,
societies traditions=bad memories
that's! been the reason for solitude
hardly,
une famille d'on se nourrit.
continuation of writings & the like
but to capture "that" kind of beauty.
Dear Bog,
Please bless with lots of money$!
grant the strength to overcome enemy.
upper hand's raised like a morning flag.
understand, there's charge for that.
lies,
foundation of lies.
cities built from foundations,
pull one out,...
all fall down.
get no reply.
ubiquitous frustration.
oh, oh, oh,.........
before-into that,.....
these trudging monsters,
running a-muck,
tip-toeing into imaginations,
stomping up a ruckus.
on seeing a ded bird wed morn:
poor little birdie,
smashed to smithereens,
sidewalk blood-
curbside gut,
monopolizing,
warm-blooded humans
pass by,
coffee in hand
places to go.
spotted!!
wild like jungle cat
calm-poised-leering-ferocious-snarling beast
sun rising east,
not the least, joker-----
52 deck,
tired of these burn marks
from that hot poker.
sorted,
love won or lost ina box
dt, da-da daaaaa!
presenting:
this modern knife.
belief in a cause
sense of urgency (again)
hands lifted, urgent, waiting, poised.
how much for a life/pint?
paving a path of scripted reality
endless diatribe,
relationships discarded like sweaty socks.
SEX!!(oh my!) printed on the side of a cereal box.
why the long like ed Munster face?
dirty undies drying on the national clothesline
hypocrisy like grains of sand on a nude beach,
minuscule specs of glass stuck in your ass.
hhmmm, hhhmmm, hhhmmmm,
written nothing for you,
thoughts this evening were few,
chop that up ang, I'll make a stew.
ferocious, truculent, flames burn inside
they flicker, fluctuate. unable to die.
treasure hunting for pain & fear
gold mine, chests filled with tears.
clip-clip, chip-chipped family tree,
societies traditions=bad memories
that's! been the reason for solitude
hardly,
une famille d'on se nourrit.
continuation of writings & the like
but to capture "that" kind of beauty.
Dear Bog,
Please bless with lots of money$!
grant the strength to overcome enemy.
upper hand's raised like a morning flag.
understand, there's charge for that.
lies,
foundation of lies.
cities built from foundations,
pull one out,...
all fall down.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
hidden (side view)
hidden,
from within.
Costello specs define him
empty steel cartridges lost on a whim
full blown disguise he now possesses,
a harbinger of ideas to the masses.
hidden,
in plain view.
pain & happiness
written on the sleeve,
outside perception equates
reasons to grieve.
hidden,
to them.
mysterious glances from
a drive by jury
Moms & kids scramble on
in a hurry.
hidden,
side view.
reasons to doubt
an unsuccessful mouth
he's hidden away
his pain for another day.
from within.
Costello specs define him
empty steel cartridges lost on a whim
full blown disguise he now possesses,
a harbinger of ideas to the masses.
hidden,
in plain view.
pain & happiness
written on the sleeve,
outside perception equates
reasons to grieve.
hidden,
to them.
mysterious glances from
a drive by jury
Moms & kids scramble on
in a hurry.
hidden,
side view.
reasons to doubt
an unsuccessful mouth
he's hidden away
his pain for another day.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
he was looking for an escape (pt.1)
2am minds marathon
what a brilliant 1st chapter
unable to continue/read on.
Duluoz king of the beats
last of a dying breed
tick, tick, tick,
a sense of urgency.
nicked at the end,
caffeine straight to the front,
stand up, be counted,
mind spins like a roller coaster,
should have written that down.
lonely, swirling saxophones
conjure audiences like
an Egyptian snake.
the sting of gratification
gives me "the shakes".
problems displayed,
next week,
tomorrow,
today.
love,
returning to Frisco nights,what a brilliant 1st chapter
unable to continue/read on.
Duluoz king of the beats
last of a dying breed
tick, tick, tick,
a sense of urgency.
nicked at the end,
caffeine straight to the front,
stand up, be counted,
mind spins like a roller coaster,
should have written that down.
lonely, swirling saxophones
conjure audiences like
an Egyptian snake.
the sting of gratification
gives me "the shakes".
problems displayed,
next week,
tomorrow,
today.
love,
weary of vice-like grip.
late night rendezvous
bookstore city lights.
friends & lovers
tearing pieces
of flesh like
minuscule bait fish.
eternal conflict from
a bottles temptation
"the fear",
"the horrors",
caused by over ration.
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