January 11, 2011

only sleep eases pain

by jhon baker

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only sleep eases pain
pain defines.
joy, happiness, collusion
love even distrust,
having dreams, night terrors, delusions.
all are unknown in entirety.
“how perfectly goddamned delightful it is
to be sure.”
every moments considered
length is by pains
varying degree.
 – Hoc Scripsi
January 10, 2011

on being a father

by jhon baker

If you don’t want to throw your kid out the window once in a while – then you are doing something wrong.

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January 10, 2011

Hoc Scripsi explained, well mostly…

by jhon baker

The number one unanswered question of this nearly virgin year and the whore year of 2010: What is “Hoc Scripsi”, what does it mean?
easy – it’s Latin and simply means – “I wrote this”. I’ve thought about my next collection being titled this way. I had thought about using “Hoc poema condidi” which means – I wrote this poem, however, it seemed too much even for me; if not too specific.
My reasons for using it are unverifiable – so I’ll keep those to myself.

Before anyone begins to think that I speak Latin I have to admit that as where I am familiar with Latin to a degree that would make my English teachers very proud, I was not able to come up with the translations on my own. For this I had to rely on a friend of mine, Noah Blan, whom I know through my wife and is a wonderfully studied man. I don’t think he needed to refer to anything other than his brain for the translations, a talent I can only wish I possessed.

Today, I am tired. Not sleeping well as is part of my malady. As I am trying to postpone a nap until the opportune time to best leverage my tiredness, this means it must be put off until late tonight or I may not sleep, even if I close my eyes.
but I’m jumpy.

January 9, 2011

dream

by jhon baker

I dreamt I was playing an old guitar, missing the G, for some old friends. They asked me to sing “wish you were here” to which I obliged. One friend, Kevin, came in perfectly with the solo. Tho each guitar was out of tune, the combined sound was emotionally stirring. In the dream I wept as I sang.
In dream I was older while my friends were younger, before their own malady, as I don’t see them as cripples but as men.

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