Category Archives: Writing

Faulkner on the “Spirit”

“Ah write when the spirit moves me, and the spirit moves me every day.” –William Faulkner #

Boston All in 1

“The phone was ringing, the IM’s were coming in, emails…!” And I was like, “And when do I get my money”.

…The first bald guy is not yet his lover — they are business colleagues, they met at the cafe in newton, the man is a programmer - a consultant who works from home.

Go Away (in progress)

Poems for ENAM170

How much suffering will learning’s name impose, Until at last these learnéd things fall short And fail to pacify the hell, Of life in educated misery…. An enigma; yet just as bound by laws of flesh and bone; We only fool ourselves with fantasies Of evading the world’s corporeality.

Inner Peace Through Metal [Revisited]

I quickly realized I had struck gold; “Tonight Tonight” was just a warmup, quite an epic one at that, but still—very much still a warmup for the main event: the buzz-sawing Zero; the crushingly distorted Bodies; Bullet With Butterfly Wings, with its hilarious chorus, “Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage”.

…>While it is not clear to me if the motivating power of death metal is generating a vanguard of energetic youth or drawing artistic and creative young people into a trap of naive individualism, I believe that the political significance of musical sound is rooted in the meanings that the participants constitute and the consequences of those meanings for the participants’ lives and the larger society.

“God help us…”

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Trains and Bostonia