the bells in the chapel sounded
do you love me.
I found god, the devil, narcotics and heaven in situ.
areas close to the Grimsvotn volcano were plunged into darkness.
and the day passed without further recourse, without further comment.
May 22, 2011
written a year and two months ago – a revisit
off the cuff
Most of the greatest poets it seems really are assholes. I believe poets to be highly opinionated egotists bent of displaying to the audience the poet’s mind and naked view, almost a forced voyeurism, of not only the world the poet occupies but the audience that reads them as well. As a poet you must be ballsy and arrogant to even consider participating in the art as an adult as a serious pursuit I mean to say.
hand some women a banana
and they eat it.
Hand it others
and they masturbate on the spot.
off the cuff
but most would talk
about it, indefinitely.
meanwhile, I’ll
sleep as sound as poet in
post
coital recreation
aftermath.
May 16, 2011
back to writing but feel there needs to be something new. Some other aberration to full the void of the quintessential.
entropy is perpetually resolute.
May 16, 2011
This is clearly a post while avoiding an actual post
I’ve managed to sit back at my typewriter these past few days and get out a few letters I owe to some folks – if you are one of those folks – it’ll be in the mail today.
There is the greatest amount of unfinished poetry in my box right now and as where I’ve the will to finish it, I’ve not the words or the clarity to see where the fault in the line lies.
I’ve been avoiding the dentist because I am in no pain – even when I eat a candy bar, which is unusual. However, after remembering all the pain control medications I am on I realized that I wouldn’t know if I were in pain or not unless it was as severe as my leg/hip/back/foot. There is a dentist appointment in my future.
I’ve been selected, without application, as the parent representative of my kids school to interview potential principles along with two teachers and the superintendent. It will be his final choice but my voice will be heard. Quite an honor to be chosen out of 1400 parents – some of whom requested to be the representative. I love interviewing and was always good at it, would have been a police officer if I wasn’t so damn distrusting of them.
Some say it is best to change the system from within – I disagree as once you join the group you are part and parcel of said system and gain, though human tendency, a sense of amity and understanding within the group.
people are resistant to change and may villainize the agent of even the most positive of changes.
if never tested, principles mean nothing and have no value.
broke one of my favorite coffee cups today – it had the definition of ‘nascent’ relayed in a humorous fashion.
sometimes there are things for which no other person can relate without being in situ, alongside your experience. This is the struggle of my poetry about pain.
a recent poet needs to be wrought into shape as a poem – it was that good.
this will receive no such treatment.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 