These were written a while ago in-class (I think in workshop) but never posted…
[narrative poem about the Melodion (Sam's object that he brought in)]
[Oh, and as if you couldn't tell, there were some words we had to use...]
i.
Their relationship was all platonic
at first
but when she began to play her
melodion, his chest felt sudsy
and she took [...]
Here are a few plugins I wish were installed on this blog…
Pro.Apps
Blogroll
Delicious and Digg Integration
Maybe Custom Fields could be useful… the author archiving thing sounds neat, especially when/if we all end up posting together on the motherblog…
Cool link(s) found in my perusing (read: procrastinating)
( Movalog is a great blog with Movable Type plugins and resources…)
Tuesday, May 2, 2006
The New York Times
Drop take rejects boycott challenge prices clash in nationalizes brings gatekeepers killed the personal new.
[Ok, maybe add punctuation? Line breaks.]
Drop,
Take rejects.
Boycott,
Challenge prices,
Clash in nationalizes,
Brings gatekeepers killed
The personal new.
[I guess i have to somehow make it mine. Not sure what to do with it now...
It was the second word from [...]
Foreboding night sky.
Machined precision.
A vivid vision,
ascending light’s cry
as winged beasts fly.
[to be continued...]
This gave me inordinate amounts of trouble… I restarted a number of times, but just couldn’t get it to work!
There is a mystery where
dark brooding lies,
amidst the coarse, violent cascade
of fiery hail.
A dark sky where nothing
will take flight.
A scene of deathness
despair— yet faith
hope in humanity
in the light of the sky {WHAT THE F*$@%?!}
Paramaters: Belly, and a yellow piece of paper->Banana (later changed to squash)
A flat belly,
an empty stomach
Dreams full of flatness
tight, sexy clothing. But,
A life without ice cream?
Not worth living!
Who wants to live
on tofu and squash
for the sake of a
flat belly.
Drops of dancing light
Waves of dark, deep beneath
Break into a buzzsaw
Pounding, repeating
Primal rhythmic sense appeal
Aggressive cutting, harmonies
searing,
Even the piano
lurks.
A beaming wavering light emerges,
dodges and dips, then fades
Wading through
the murky waters of your memory.
dredging through the mind,
searching for a ray of hope;
knowing it isn’t there.
the silt slips through
your fingers.
There is a gremlin who
In my stomach, sits
Kneading swollen knuckles
‘Gainst the walls around him.
A purpose he once had:
Protecting from the ills
Of prehistoric
Curiosity.
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What Do
You say when
You see
A stranger
Crying
?