Wednesday, February 4th, 2004

Eloi

A quick breeze through the door,
The click of a knob,
And then,
Amid the dank pre-constructed notions,
The blue ink in straight lines on paper,
Outbursts of discontent,
Of whining children that want popcorn,
From the high-nosed whim of spoiled seeds,… [Continue Reading]

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Wednesday, January 28th, 2004

Whisk

Finding chunks in the string of time,
Events spaced apart, no one action
Directly after its predecessor,
We are unsatisfied with the gaps between birthdays and long weekends.

And so,
Like tiny whisks,
We… [Continue Reading]

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Wednesday, January 14th, 2004

Thoughts On Depression

Perhaps the world that is now filled with cued laugh tracks and artificial emotion invokers – movies, television – perhaps this world is slowly freezing, numbing us as it cools. Are the big bangs of feeling deeply – the romantic period, the renaissance, Beethoven’s revolution – now losing momentum? Is decay taking its toll, now, on love, happiness, embarrassment, sympathy? Are we living in a dark age where smalltalk has taken its place above deep relationships and warm smiles?

And in this slowing world, becoming more populated and less personal, in this slowing world do we cry to feel something, anything at all? Is the… [Continue Reading]

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Monday, November 24th, 2003

Manifesto

I aspire not to the greatness of men such as Beethoven and Einstein, but to their level of expression, for I am locked inside, ready to spill but with no mouth to pour from.

Expression is that great force that motivates me. When I dream, I dream of large populations understading and revering my work, but not only this, each is moved by these things, whatever they may be…. [Continue Reading]

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Saturday, November 8th, 2003

Paper Clip Fugue

And suddenly a string of paper clips stands on the desktop,
Writhing like an open flame,
Yet intricately the seizure moves,
Forward, toward, taut, trilling,
Time zigzagging between and around the stack like a black fly,
And I see the fly bouncing off of invisible walls,
One after the next,
And it sees me.

They push me, the hands… [Continue Reading]

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