September 2008
148 posts
True Knowledge is only understood through the fulfillment or betrayal of our beliefs. In essence Truth is only understood through our actions. This is what it means to be human, that we have the possibility of action (free and/or limited). Action is creation. And once we have created we are responsible for that creation, whether that means our creations defense or destruction. But wether we defend...
CANARY IN A COAL MINE
In the foothills there is a coal mine—one of the last of it’s kind. Two men own this coal mineand sit at desks piled with paper. These men work in a white trailer near the entrance to themine. Inside the mine are men who have blackened hands and dilated pupils. One such man carries a small square cage that contains a canary. He turns his headlamp at the bird every few minutes; every few...
(corresponds with above photograph)
An American Tour Hawker in Paris
I moved to Europe in the Spring with the idealistic intention of studying public relations in Madrid, traveling a bit and interning at a PR agency for the summer. The studies went smooth enough, but after my fifth interview of being told I, surprisingly, do need to know Spanish to work in Spain, I found myself out of options. A 5-minute phone call to a good friend working in Paris yielded an...
Famous Last Words
It’s true what they say of boundaries and line; Only true fools would need them defined.
too distracted to care
starbucks, my monthly bank statement could tell you. i’m no saver when it comes to that flavor but in the meantime i wonder these things in the meantime i forget what it means. america could we have done something wrong? i now worry more about britneys new song than that child with no parents on tv i saw in sierra leone, they are amputating & in israel, kids are bomb making yes, i do...
youandI (Sierra Madre Fire)
Perhaps we’ll float away with the smoke. The peaceful ashy white snowing in the sky. Perhaps we’ll disappear with it all, just float on to a place nobody else goes, nobody but youandI. And we’ll remove that phrase itself from their lexicons. So nobody else knows the feeling of those words fitting like hands, together perfectly.
And when we leave, laughing, the world will be left...
I am the World
“Where we had thought to travel outward, we will come to the center of our own existence. And where we had thought to be alone, we will be with all the world.” -Joseph Campbell
Contrary to the limited number of clothes my backpack held, throughout the six months I toted it around the world I tried on an assortment of personas. Or rather, they were placed...
Art is beauty as we mere humans can best release it, or grasp at it, or struggle desperately to relate it to other mere souls. And so it is our joy, mixed of our pain and sweat and tears and rapid beating of hearts. For some it is a word or maybe a dance. A color, a photo, a song. Our gracenotes. We are all scratching at Heaven’s floor, and until her beauty falls down, we have our art.
the unexploded life is not worth living
trying to fix the problems before it happens before the tears comes out holding it back, holding it back untill no one is here to see i’ll be holding it back but i can’t tell you, no not one word they will come when no one is here but not one word, no you’ll never know
As I walk along the environment I wonder where this species could be. Everyday I seem to come across it, and I am thrilled everytime. I find this creature interesting but there is no easy way to find information about it. So i sit at my shelter with a steady mind, trying to figure out its characteristics and its behavior without interacting with it in any way, shape or form. As I compare myself...
Finally
I’ve finally woken up up, and torn open the heartland/ Ive finally woken up, and youve shattered the circle/ from the fires of false faith come sky scrapers/you carry this with you/our ‘history’ should not shield real truth/weve taken the widest of paths and this is a meaningless/gain is a relative term/building the ladder higher and higher/weve sunken atlantis, under boot and...
Lover’s Lie
the city
even after i’m gone the city will remember me. as for me, i don’t remember much of the city, except the bright sunshine blinding me making my eyes sting narrowing my field of vision down to that summer & the endless doves peeking at my sandals & you by my side & no words between us trying for normal, we hopped on the bus & looked at monuments and stories of other people...
Rock Dreams
You start to feel the caffeine wearing off. It happens every day at about this time, 4pm sound check. Hopefully someone will be bringing you some coffee brewing in the catering room backstage. You casually hurry to get on stage. You look down at your beat-up leather watch, and it’s now 4:10. Today you’re in Des Moines, Iowa at the Grand Theater, famous for those bright yellow stairs...
and the day before tomorrow
after sunfall, the light is blank. cold as morning, it seeps weakly across this landscape steeped in grey: trees sodden, straining against the soil in up-turned ridges of turf. the air is biting; it creeps through cracks in the wainscoting, tendrils curling around my ankles. I am waiting – there is a blackbird on the sill. Dishevelled and twitching, he pecks frantically, flecking his feathers with...
Six Lanes
It’s hours past goodnight
as I stand, watching the highway.
Bright lights of cars shine
through dusk; refugee wandering ants
traveling from one point
to another.
That’s how life goes.
The chill settles and we’re all just moving –
moving…
as something to do before we’re shit out of luck
and six feet under.
Kick the bucket, it’s full to the brim
of all the mistakes you ever made.
It’s...
Thank you for Jenny, she is such a good friend. She has a lot of wisdom for such young person. God, what am I doing here? Why the crap am I here? I hate my classes, and how this school is setup. Why am I in engineering? I want to direct music videos for bands and make movies. Why don’t I feel you here? I feel… dark. Shouldn’t I feel like a light? I want to hear your voice when I...
A heartfelt phrase to a beautiful girl
Everyday I see you, I just want to say That you’ve got the smile that brightens my day. If there was something I could do to make it plain to see You’ve got an iron hold on my heart and me. You know I’d do it, but it just wouldn’t be right. It would keep us both up at night. So I’ll keep my distance, and I’ll silently...
