Friday, February 25, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
poetry
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the moment before the sting impounds
the moment you lose the fresh adrenaline, and realize it
the thought-woven moments when your grip
has no handle. and your mind hopelessly watches the sub unsink
why is this an overcoming tragedy,
more so than the result which follows, like you knew it would
His invisible brush of identifiable enigma.
you have seen this before, so you recognize
though you don't know what it is
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the moment before the sting impounds
the moment you lose the fresh adrenaline, and realize it
the thought-woven moments when your grip
has no handle. and your mind hopelessly watches the sub unsink
why is this an overcoming tragedy,
more so than the result which follows, like you knew it would
His invisible brush of identifiable enigma.
you have seen this before, so you recognize
though you don't know what it is
_
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
thoughts from the checkout line
The latest from Express Lane #16:
im in love with our beguiling prison of language: its ability to be manipulative, its ability to be raw, its ability to depict, its inability to depict. words can't describe this love. though maybe the irony of that statement can
im in love with our beguiling prison of language: its ability to be manipulative, its ability to be raw, its ability to depict, its inability to depict. words can't describe this love. though maybe the irony of that statement can
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