Monthly Archives: March 2015

You try to find a perfect piece of what you love, music, poetry, abstract expressionist Rothko once you get him, you want to take your clothes off for him, to draw you a Delacroix, bemusing the starry, starry night of your heart carried hand-in-hand with e.e.’s version of what jesus was trying to tell usContinue reading “Either way, I lose”

ex·e·ge·sis, pron. eksiˈjēsis is defined as a critical explanation or interpretation of a text. Stop there. Interpretation and explanation, in my view at least, are quite different beasts. An explanation invites little argument (case in point, when your parents ‘explain’ why you can’t go out, there is no logical discussion that follows, it is simply an explanationContinue reading “Exegesis of Existential Angst”

I have not slept but I did go through the physical catharsis I guess you could call it that and spent all this time re-furbishing my accoutrements on the floor I am having an out of body experience as the omni-present siren passes by in the distance, why do I torment my body this way?Continue reading “My eyes are numb”

Well, she’s walking through the clouds, With a circus mind that’s running wild, Butterflies and Zebras, And Moonbeams and fairy tales. That’s all she ever thinks about. Riding with the wind. Jimi Hendrix  When I’m sad, she comes to me, With a thousand smiles she gives to me free. It’s alright, she says it’s alright,Continue reading “Butterflies and fairy tales”

No one really cares about your woes and the truth is you don’t even tell them because the further rejection of your needs to survive, just throws you further down the hole. And so it’s best to just hide it all and try to escape with nothing — and mourn and grieve the loss ofContinue reading “No one cares”

Of good bye pork pie hat

now you say you’re lonely  Say you cried all night through  Well you can cry me a river  Coz I cried me a river  Over you  I would say in all seriousness the good life is less suffering more giving more ease of use more perfection without the backward over shoulder glance perhaps only justContinue reading “Prior advances “

“If I wanted a story, the thing to do was to get my grandmother to read it to me. Then listening to her voice, her story-reading voice which always sounded a little incredulous, marvelling, yet full of faith, bravely insistent, and watching her face, its meaningful and utterly familiar expressions — lifted eyebrows, ominously sinkingContinue reading “bravely insistent that the story exist by itself”