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Posts published in 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/
my arms and
thoughts to the
sway of
the lightest dark
widest day?

I love the cactus;
Who can love
that which
has too little
to survive
if not
it is/

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
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.

there is a gnat,

there is a gnat,
which follows me.
he investigates
the lip of
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
in hopes
i’ll soon be
so he may
at which
side to begin devouring.

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


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
i’d rather go than stay here, but
i feel i’d be better with knowing
all i’ve yet to learn.


i was deleting these movies
i’d never watch/the titles
making more of a stand
than their files’ contents;
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.

he could be travelling,
lending his time toward
some other endeavour,
one which may lean him to
ready to remove himself
from this vessel,
instead of perched
upon the window’s cold
to find where you may look back
and believe that was the best place to be.

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.

you 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;if to say,
“everything is okay,”
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.


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


Received this link through Reddit. Peter Callesen’s ( 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.

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