November 2011
2 posts
The king is dead, long live the philosopher
“I plead guilty to vampirism and other crimes against life. But I love him and nothing else cancels love.”— William S. Burroughs
October 2011
1 post
When in doubt go with chiasmus.
Go with chiasmus when in doubt.
September 2011
1 post
Rejected lines
cause Kant said
Thoughts without concepts are empty; intuitions without concept are blind
I’m blind as an anesthisized town, empty as warehouse before a rave. Metaphorically speaking of course but that doesn’t matter.
pick me up
suns and daughters of astronomy,
We are granulated star stuff
August 2011
2 posts
whooomp, wh-wh-whooomp, whooomp
the man invented
dub step to make middle class
people bass addicts
“I think I can I…”
The little engine that could
was self centered
July 2011
3 posts
Aristotle misquoted
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence therefore is not an act but a habit.
Erotica
Three years to late, I realize, exactly what someone like you would have enjoyed.
I was stupid;
I miss you:
I am stupid.
May 2011
2 posts
It is only after something develops
we realize we are kneading creatures
working crafts into themselves. Ourselves,
we erode fingerprints against the natrual world
multiple surfaces envelope manipulative hands.
We model, create, reduce, reinforcing each moment
it is not for us…this is not for use…
This is not our time
the future is, food, work, art
It is not for us.
"I kiss only as a prelude to passion"
Cheers is teaching me everything I need to know about life and language.
February 2011
1 post
Simple machines
wanted a blow job
from a physicist, but got
a pulley instead.
December 2010
1 post
For considerations towards love.
“If you left for any reason I wouldn’t follow you,”
she paused a moment and replied
“I’m just trying to figure out why I’m not offended,”
then we fucked.
November 2010
3 posts
Off paper at 3:04
Darling just be careful around the stove
Flavors can be shared
Put the burnt portions are yours to bear
Your hands aren’t calloused enough to write black Iron
That’s what my grandmother told me after I told her
I’m write about the kitchen I grew up in
Memories of copper bottomed kettles hanging above
Crisps rhythms of chopping, Sizzles of frying,
Gas burners igniting, the sounds of cooking...
Mostly memorized timed at 3:02
Pyromantic
Mesmerized by motor oil floating in a bucket of rubbing alcohol
his eyes are sparks
words form in odd burst like smoke rings.
Just alcohol and it’s purely cosmetic
All flash no fuel.
There’s no commitment
Without motor Oil.
He places tampons, reverse teabags into empty glass bottles
Funnels each rocket 9/10ths full from his bucket. color
travels up the cloth wick.
He jokes...
Full disclosure.
Either Wednesday isn’t ready for me or I’m not ready for it. either way I am scared
I’m going for an exotemporary piece first round and hiaku second if i pull death card.
these are my poems in order: Pyromantic; Cooking; I can’t tell if I love you, or the acids kicking in(vaguely outlined mostly freestyled tie breaker.)
Poems to follow.
October 2010
5 posts
The story is not too short
it is as if
quoted by ellipses
Study these proportions
How to piss off art
majors: mention Da’vinci’s
jumping jacks doodle.
Write this down
Hop down front then Doodle back, (Doodle means slide)
Mooch to your left then Mooch to the right
Hands on your hips and do the Mess Around,
Break a Leg until you’re near the ground
Steps to life or the black bottom dance
“Even in trickery and neglect, I knew how to value her, never forgettting that a woman of less delicacy would have been harder to decieve, and that one of no reveries could have added nothing to replace those lacunae in her knowledge of me which I purposely left open.”
Towards a Better Life
-Kenneth Burke
I bought a lock picking kit... to practice with
sensitivity
and attention are the keys
to a woman’s heart.
August 2010
1 post
Picnic
studsmcgee:
burkeland:
We should refrain from using the word picnic. Let’s explore the origins of the word. The word originates from a time when racism was much more overt. white folks would all pack a lunch and bring their families to the field. They would then “pick a nigger” to hang. They would hang someone and all hang out, eat and watch a lynching for entertainment. Picnic=pick a Negro
...
July 2010
6 posts
I killed so much
time in my head, I wonder
how time gets in there
Junkies don't complain about mosiquito bites. be...
I’ve seen children out
cigarettes on thier skin to
cool down. It’s not hot.
I want you to know, I was naked when I wrote this....
“Fuck you”: a message
in a bottle, found floating
in my swimming pool.
Updates and low-tryst
I’ve decided against transcribing the hiaku a day from when I had no computer. Instead a hiaku and a 17 syllable title everyday until new years just for you.
Work. Work. Work. Copper kisses like an adder.
“My sex and my drugs and my rock and roll are the only things that keep me here.”
List of three suck
When I think about the times we could have fucked,...
When I think about
every time we should have met,
I’m still just lonely.
June 2010
4 posts
Everyone was so innocent and the oysters gave out...
Do you remember
youth, when summer was freedom?
I didn’t think so
I don't want whats wrong for me I love what's...
I need you like a
hole in the head, only on
nights I’m desperate.
Like mice scurrying
under floorboards the thought of
you costs me no sleep.
Hiaku's to follow edventually.
Before consulting chivalry consider the startling difference, in the number of drive-by shootings and sword fights in the previous year. Honor is still on the corner with a smoking gun and chivalry is getting hooked up to life support.
May 2010
2 posts
1 poem is 30 days
Still No laptop Still no haiku posts. Still up to date in my note book
However new project. For the next thirty says I am going to work one poem. One!! 15 minutes at least every day of writing, editing, reading, preforming, coloring, one poem. No mass output just one really intensely cared for poem. Subject money. Anyone that wants to join please feel free.
Fuck it I cracked (myers briggs personality test.)
People that have a similar personality: Mohandas Gandhi, Sidney Poitier, Eleanor Roosevelt, Jane Goodall, Emily Bronte, Sir Alec Guiness, Carl Jung, Mary Baker Eddy, Queen Noor are examples of the Counselor Idealist (INFJ).
Questions I considered bullshit: 6-68
What this says about me: I filled in circles and hit a submit button.
April 2010
15 posts
365 is still going strong however my laptop died and i feel like a pretentious douche updating tumblr from a computer lap. Mass haiku update once I purchase a new power cord.
A short story
Today i saw three
men casually walk out
of a bush. The end.
best answer ever
“What would you like to be? I’d like to be a whole litter of puppies, so I could just roll around with myself all day and yap at strangers and love everybody. Oh my goodness so fluffy!”
http://www.openbooktoronto.com/articles/proust_questionnaire_with_joey_comeau
J.Comeau
To the employees
of sodexo: How can you
get too high to cook?!!!???!
If you could train a
rainbow to attack people….
I’d know how this ends
This is not meant to
be enjoyed on a sunny
day: This is the rain.
How can people be
reincarnated when I
keep eating their souls?
Fell off the wagon
again, I need a running start
ro catch back up.
apathy all over
it’s weird when you greet
a dog and their owner
greets you back, really weird.
Playing catch-up
I believe the birth
of personification
killed animism.
Electric wires
dragging a sleeping highway
towards horizons.
Streetlights cut across
impermeable houses
midnight aproaches
Things to say to someone.
someone has to fuck
your girlfriend; I might as well
get paid to do it.
To double vision,
mirrors and schadenfruede,
Cheers! A lonely drunk
Sorry if I stare like you're a volume knob.(I owe...
My mind is a boom
box made of black holes blooming
red lotus flowers.
Fruedian (there may be something wrong in me.)
The neck of a wine
bottle sticking through the tight
hole of a bagel.
I’m not sure if I’m
losing my mind or finding
my reality.
I keep forgetting
to remember the haiku
I write so fuck it