Monday, December 1, 2014

Get Ready!

! ! Wild Connections ! !

I can't stop listening to Get Ready by The Temptations.
And I love the way these ladies in the video are dancing-- it's crazy!

Here's a mini-game scene from my favorite computer game (sequel) I still have never played:
Foxy was always my favorite, and here he is being spectacular.
My first job was at a Chuck E. Cheese as a party host; I guess it looked something like this.

Hurray for resonance, realization, imagination, and of course, magic!



Friday, November 7, 2014

Midnight Manic Magic

/\\/\/\  /\\\/\\/\/\\/  //\\/\\///\

Dipping into that dream channel,
//

..Stellar Friendships
In-Betweens
(Pretty politicians 
publicly enjoying pastries)
"Where did you find this one?"
..
   ..

Dripping into that dream channel,
somewhere accidentally,
..
   ..
Can't rattle my head enough
--Do you really?
-I don't know.
--You don't know?
//
It's just my future self
climbing in thru the window.

/\\/\/\  /\\\/\\/\/\\/  //\\/\\///\

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Poem - Ware Fare

Ware Fare

I would have needed to
divide into pieces to pass thru, with
risk that perhaps they would
never be reunited
on the other side;
Drifting off &
hoping I would not die,
I decided I was 
ready

to try it.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Fly Conversation

This is what happens, the letters fall to mush as I try to write them. Have I been hindering myself? The impulse that drives me thru waves of bullshit on Twitter is, perhaps, -- no, FUCK perhaps!! THAT IS the unsatisfied nerve to WRITE. I can't even type words easily.
I am an enormous child, taller than my piles. Drafts of drama, days of waves. I stand over somebody, I know I must stand over somebody, because my privileges tell me so. They tell me so.

Writing about things in pieces so I can touch upon them without delving immediately into a plunge of woe. What the fuck kind of language is that?
To let myself be as loose and fluid in my shared writing as I am in my whore-ish videos. To bring language to the table-- a more direct, --- 

<<< COMMUNICATION >>>

I wrote a poem, "Marathon For A Dead Swan" on my blog, this blog here. It's a blueprint for narratives & for my music. It's the crappy candle I've crafted for illuminating one of the hidden hallways of my heart/head. And it's a pretty dark hallway, so feeling like I can give it a little bit of light is uplifting.