Some old stuff

I was looking through some of my old writing. This is one thing I found, which got my heart going. It is always nice to find little treats you wrote for yourself, that you had forgotten. It is like somone else wrote it. Forgive the Amateur.


"A Rant On the Verge of Breathing"

When I do a push up do I push myself up,
or the world down?
Is there a snowflake with the face a of a leprechaun,
or a rain drop in the shape of a fetus?
Image worlds within kernels
Fractal pattern mastery
I thought you said this conversation was over.
Are these words fragments or vibrations?
Words don’t matter
Syntax doesn’t pattern
be blinded
Word picture.

How can you say that you know
When you still think in three dimensions
There is an infinite regress
And your vomit wouldn’t matter
Transformed into a bouquet
Of white roses
I wonder where the red went
Master meandering to reaches
Onward necessarily
Stealing the substance of pixilation
Mutt seeing black and white
An owl sees in Technicolor
A Blind man sees through his nose
A deaf man through the pores
How does a dead man sense?
Sensing absolutely
Existing in a continuum
Creatio ex nil
-2 times -2
Equals an opportunity.


I stand on a plane
Of rippling green grass
Surrounded by the tenebris
In principium Deus Creavit

I stand on the wave of the firmament
Dog with his head out the window
Tongue massaging the air
Dad said Dog
Should get off the Fucking
Master’s lap.
I found worlds
Within this embrace
Oxygen
Sustenance
Love
Radiance
That darkness in my eyes
Never seemed so light
My arms never held so tight
With less might
I pull away as does the tear
Deadly
From the gap of fears
I wonder why I came to this place
Realizing that it is my own face
Which provides the container for this path
Which was, what walked
by more feet than mine
Littered with the debris of journey
Half hearted
And misguided attempts
On the celestial high-way
I remain seated
While this thing fucking moves

The grooves of near-by asteroids
Creating new hair styles
And soothing vibrations
Which titillate my biggest organ
Find the end to this maze
Of finger tips
Have to find the start of the pattern

A child wakes up
Groggy
Remnants of dream consciousness
What is your expectation
Dining car of the caboose
Scrap from a U.N. envoy
I can’t tell my Pepsi from my Piss
Pepsid, Lucem, Bilal
Cursed by draught
And no one’s rain dancing
I saw the trees dance
The sway and embraced
Playing Petrachan love games
I laughed
While you masturbated
With images glorified in your Pineal gland
Like your liver
Ki-box
And your snot
Does your soul need a tissue?
Your hair grows faster when you’re thinking
A dead person’s hair grows slowly
Judgement day
Would there be lines
get boring
And where would the lawyers be
Would the public defenders be any good?
I was held down by Demons and raped
I know Satan’s real
I was anointed
Meam lingaum audere audet.

Stuff...

So it is the Holiday Season and I find myself doing a lot of reading which is great; I love it. I got some sixty five dollars in gift certificates to a half-price bookstore and went in and bought about twenty-five books. I also made a trip to my local library and checked out a bunch of comics. It's cold and I have nothing to do to but read, ah heaven.

So I finished Russ Baker's "Family Secrets" and the second half certainly didn't disappoint. Baker covers W.'s administration, the Katrina failure, Bush's failure to complete his National Guard Service and the cover-up, and the problem of Iraq. Heavily noted and researched, if read soberly it will leave a lasting impression. Baker steers clear from the full monster of the attack of 9/11, though he does discuss some aspects of the incident.

I watched a brilliant documentary last night called "Audience of One", about Richard Gazowsky a Pentecostal Preacher in San Francisco, who claimed God came to him on a mountain and told him to make a big-budget, science fiction film, based on the story of Joseph, from the Hebrew text. It was scary, sad, and funny. The whole thing is a complete failure. It is in a similar vain to documentary "Jesus Camp", with speaking in tongues and misinterpretation running amok. All in attempt to make "Star-Wars" knock of for the Christian right. You gotta see it to believe it... 

These types of issues spark my curiosity. I want to know how people end up doing these things like speaking in tongues, and misleading a group of people. So much time, material wealth, and social health are lost in the process. Even worse, little is accomplished while so many suffer...

Growing up as a kid, I never read comics. I just recently started reading them. I love it. I have read a bunch of stuff. I am just trying to go through mainstream stuff like "The Justice League" and all the relevant spin-offs. It is interesting approaching these works tabula rosa, and seeing the whole evolution immediately. I also like the meta-fictional quality of comics, where there is a sort of self critique contained in the story and development. My library in my city actually has a decent comic section. I got "The Flash: Blood Will Run"  created by Geoff Johns, Scott Kolins, Doug Hazlewood, and Ethan Van Sciver.

I would love to write a graphic novel...