Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Earthfiles 0001
Configuration
shapeless mo-shion
eclipse shallow gravity
realignment of the orbit:
“Ur the future”
(refer to catalogue note)
cosmic international jet-set
celestial transmission
satellite submersion.
Half lit by conversation
buzzing neon, needles spur
trinkles of half spoken warnings.
Caution read the report
cabinet lift the page by page.
The question was never asked but answered. Oblique resignation given to misguided confessional writing. I believed in aesthetic observation. The meaning was never quite there to attach one self to permanently. Shades of overtones, musk followed the scribble of alien writing. No language yet pattern repeated. Notice the stifling details. Overload of memory, ram splits blood. Horn on recalibrate the dissidence. Never quite finding open ended in the search. File loaded. Designate sector of classification. I often found the trouble in believing to be outright conflicting. Typed and annotated beyond belief the danger in sometimes uniform conformity was the fact it often lead to assignments without a way to grasp… line up. Stapled in order to hand the knowledge seekers.
Artificial and interfacial existence
on our plane, shaking back and forth
searching the thread of text.
Pull out hard evidence
brick of information
etched on peaces of a stone wall.
Exploration of self
in body and mind diluted
A sense of betrayal to our creation
falling in our shallowness.
Bow out of emotional response
but the closed eyes of acceptance.
Twin Paradox
Misguided science often corrupted
mindless wonder lost in detail.
Eye witness report
of ignition of rocket to prove
Theory of a Longshot.
Ein Stein space:: Time & Travel.
Charting life in one scientific dramatic monologue
records slightly altered to protect the reader.
Power towards the thread of life,
string DNA strands pieced together
Scotch tape never holds over
baffling figures charted, distance explored.
Imagine form and theory
thrown out the logistical door step
Could time be a stopwatch never stopped?
Time dilation unfolding
the barriers burst open
unraveling at the seam.
Misguided science often corrupted
mindless wonder lost in detail.
Eye witness report
of ignition of rocket to prove
Theory of a Longshot.
Ein Stein space:: Time & Travel.
Charting life in one scientific dramatic monologue
records slightly altered to protect the reader.
Power towards the thread of life,
string DNA strands pieced together
Scotch tape never holds over
baffling figures charted, distance explored.
Imagine form and theory
thrown out the logistical door step
Could time be a stopwatch never stopped?
Time dilation unfolding
the barriers burst open
unraveling at the seam.
Diner Experience
Witness report:
To succumb to plights dissolved
in a chalky substance around the edge
Equal and Irish Crème residue
nutra-sensations buzz around
like gnat lost in pattern
Witness report:
To succumb to plights dissolved
in a chalky substance around the edge
Equal and Irish Crème residue
nutra-sensations buzz around
like gnat lost in pattern
Stumbling in pure omission of the obvious acceptance. Waitress crooked smile stained in guilt of service. I ossilate in the glowing resolve of white pupil cracked red. Jagged buzz slowly fading over the horizon. Sky embark on a transmission of ominous life the light show passing overhead. FLASH FLASH FLASH. Gone without a glimpse, military base sparkling bubbles. The breath sped up, heartbeat drumming. The home fries never tasted so … obvious a illusion. Could it have been anything else? To presume the obvious would leave an explanation of obliviousness. I succumb to the pressure of society and blirt out a weather balloon. For one moment I want to drive down to the point of the movement and stand in wonderment. Instead I finish the meal driving home on the beltway I feel the heat of the moment sink in. The light overtop explodes shaking my body down as we pull over, no other vehicles in sight. I step out and stare into the blue interlude of atmosphere. Clouds bubble, stars twinkle. Blinded for moments as the light lifts over head. Face frozen in sheer bliss. Warming all exterior body functions to a null. Wanting to scream or react yet stuck in the same blind precision of experience. Blinking a futile function of helplessness. I fight to close my eyes in the seconds that passed all gone awaken in bed lying still in this post modern lullaby of the evening.
Explanation
gas/acid reflux/stomach ulcer
hallucination (drug-related)
panic attack
attention seeker
conspirator/conspirator believer
inexplainable :: conclusion pending
Monday, March 28, 2005
Locus Ruine (the run down)
This is the beginning of my blog. In this blog I hope to accomplish the following...
1. create an expression of my writing through word, expression, and experimentation.
2. create a symbol of my writing and what "it is" (meaning).
3. express my own thoughts and feelings in a manner that is not only "poetic" but giving a sample of who i am. (You are what you write.)
4. in line with poetic philosophy of a moment is an expression of the universe. The power of a moment is numbing.
After finishing college a year ago, I have at times to a standstill with my own writing. I feel this forum can not only aid my writing but also give it a forum to be seen, heard, read, expressed. As of now this journal will be private until a number of writings are compiled that I feel appropriate.
1. create an expression of my writing through word, expression, and experimentation.
2. create a symbol of my writing and what "it is" (meaning).
3. express my own thoughts and feelings in a manner that is not only "poetic" but giving a sample of who i am. (You are what you write.)
4. in line with poetic philosophy of a moment is an expression of the universe. The power of a moment is numbing.
After finishing college a year ago, I have at times to a standstill with my own writing. I feel this forum can not only aid my writing but also give it a forum to be seen, heard, read, expressed. As of now this journal will be private until a number of writings are compiled that I feel appropriate.
