the patient labyrinth

this is how i woke up feeling. despite the grey day.

Mon, 16 May 2011 11:14:02 -0400

this is how i woke up feeling. despite the grey day.

oh take this longing

Mon, 16 May 2011 10:43:03 -0400

from my tongue

all the useless things these hands have done

let me see your beauty broken down

like you would do for one you love.

"And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and..."

Mon, 16 May 2011 08:05:06 -0400

“And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird’s life, gay in the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart simple and wilful as a bird’s heart?”

- Joyce, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

he appeared as an extra in every one of his movies. way creepier...

Mon, 16 May 2011 01:24:34 -0400

he appeared as an extra in every one of his movies. way creepier and fantastic version of where’s waldo.

this is how i held on too tight to changes. but it still came...

Sun, 15 May 2011 21:58:59 -0400

this is how i held on too tight to changes. but it still came out beautiful. and it still made you smile.

Photo

Sun, 15 May 2011 21:47:32 -0400

Photo

Sun, 15 May 2011 21:40:39 -0400

what you used to do to me

Sun, 15 May 2011 21:24:00 -0400

I’m new to this blogging thing. The impulse came to me because the thoughts, tastes and images of a life swirl and eddie like smoke, linger and then dissipate only to mingle, unseen, with the surrounding world. and so i thought maybe this could be a place to in them down, to map out the labyrinth of words and colours that make up the walls of this small life. but i’m really not sure what i want this to be yet. not sure anyone will even read it. so, with no fear of judgement (as this will probably land somewhere in the dark void of unseen e-things) here is a poem that i wrote. the typography in real life is much better. i just haven’t quite cracked the whole html thing… perhaps a first clue that real paper > than white internet voidspace?

Gravity

If I step too close
your whole
body,

a different gravity

threatens
my own,
throws me
off kilter
my moons run wild
scatter
like marbles

mind swells
with a foreign tongue
a hunger at the core
hot
the wet fire of a planet
tidals toward you
how can such a weight
set upon a body
so small
a smudge of flesh

near you I’m huge,
everything
orbits
around my light

but if I come
too close—
you carve me
dwarfed comet caught
in a separate circuit,
small
small stone.

Photo

Sun, 15 May 2011 16:30:12 -0400

Delirium (formally Delight)

Sun, 15 May 2011 16:19:00 -0400

Delirium (formally Delight)

oh to be the hand holding that camera.

Sun, 15 May 2011 16:12:19 -0400

oh to be the hand holding that camera.