Month: September 2007

• Hold yourself

  Hold yourself
  in higher regard
  than you can carry;
  By doing this,
  you allow yourself
  to feel weightless
  when you raise
  half-way and
  know you’ve
  more to give.

  I lower myself
  to these words,
  hunched and
  cramped, I
  give a relaxing
  voyage from
  thought to peck
  but I never
  leave them here, nah;

  What’s with that
  sweet-bob of
  body from
  the music
  left sit
  on air,
  to be
  swum in
  and dived toward;

  What’s the vocal/
  verbal/viral
  melody
  swamping
  my arms and
  thoughts to the
  sway of
  the lightest dark
  and
  widest day?

  Ah,
  I love the cactus;
  Who can love
  that which
  has too little
  to survive
  if not
  for
  it
  be-
  ing
  who
  it is/
  you.

  September 24, 2007

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• there is some bottom to these depths;

  there is some bottom to these depths;
  i wonder if they follow my words,
  or i follow theirs?

  what follows
  if not following
  itself;
  what draws
  but inks,
  leaving tints
  about what may,
  what june;
  i follow these and hope
  they wallow in themselves
  so i may, afraid, away,
  walk in thought around
  and leave no impression
  of the sole,
  merely follow
  and forgottten.

  i wind my time in wanderings of the self,
  though selfish that may be, i
  find myself through these times,
  and hope to be in them one day,
  instead of looking out;
  as though a mountain in movement
  of the rushing rock,
  held but caught in constance.

  September 24, 2007

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• there is a gnat,

  there is a gnat,
  which follows me.
  he investigates
  the lip of
  toiletbowl
  while i
  release, and
  he looks
  inside, afraid
  of stream
  and floats
  upward with
  great haste
  to avoid me;
  i cannot help
  but feel he
  follows
  in hopes
  i’ll soon be
  deceased,
  so he may
  nit-pick
  at which
  side to begin devouring.

  but
  he follows me,
  this friend,
  and we enjoy
  the blank scenery/
  the mountainesque
  landscape
  of an apartment dwelling,
  full-bright
  with white walls and
  wooden desk,
  with brightest screen
  in warm glow/
  and i feel
  he enjoys
  this,
  though wants
  to be led out.

  September 24, 2007

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• i can never sleep when i need to,
  and need to when i can never sleep.

  it’s hard to sleep
  when i know there’s much to do
  and all’s ahead, while i’d rather not
  wait, i’d rather go
  and find my way in time;
  it’s much less a worry
  of missing, as a knowledge of
  more;
  i’d rather go than stay here, but
  i feel i’d be better with knowing
  all i’ve yet to learn.

  September 24, 2007

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• i was deleting these movies
  i’d never watch/the titles
  making more of a stand
  than their files’ contents;
  and,
  upon deleting
  the one entitled, “california,”
  i noticed/
  notched a sense of emotion
  for the inevitable withdrawal
  from all thoughts of moving there,
  and this image,
  
  of the girl
  perhaps sneezing/laughing/i see her crying
  and the man,
  as i press, “yes,” and
  let all pass;
  then, the second,
  or the first of files,
  shows him lonely,
  and i feel he is me.
  
  but,
  he could be travelling,
  lending his time toward
  some other endeavour,
  one which may lean him to
  aisle,
  ready to remove himself
  from this vessel,
  instead of perched
  upon the window’s cold
  steel,
  waiting
  to find where you may look back
  and believe that was the best place to be.

  September 24, 2007

  bus, california, deleting, movie, niche, notch, notice, train

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• you looked at me today,

  you looked at me today,
  as if to say,
  “everything is okay.”
  and, then, i knew all
  would always be.

  September 24, 2007

  okay

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• you looked

  you
  nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;looked
  nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;at me
  nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;today,
  nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;as
  nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;if to say,
  “everything is okay,”
  nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;and,
  nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;from then,
  nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;i knew
  nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;all would be
  nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;– okay.

  September 24, 2007

  liners, okay

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• autumn breeze lifts these,
  butterflown leaves in fall
  ing of the swaying world

  September 24, 2007

  butter-flown, fall

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• be-yoo-tiful

  http://bertc.com/subfour/ss/singleSheet.htm

  Received this link through Reddit. Peter Callesen’s (http://www.petercallesen.com/) work is quite thought-provoking. From the 3D-from-2D modeling to the spooky shadows of some pieces, these artworks are a look at pure beauty. It’s amazing to think that, perhaps, each image put on paper was taken from the cutout around it, creating a sort of realistic play of shadow and object. All are amazing, especially the house and the snowballs, the skeleton and the man, and the tomb and the Halloween-ish skeleton dance.

  September 11, 2007

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