May 2012
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Amazing Monologue from Beckett's "Waiting for...
Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we personally are needed. Others would meet the case equally well, if not better. To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before...
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Packages.
Wrapping up like an 8 season sitcom,
Tying knots like a Hasidic Jewish wedding,
Sealing the deal like a Wall-Street executive;
Every moment’s the product of before, a neat little packaged millisecond of time, express shipped, never tarrying in the in-between, never late.
I wrap up a dozen befores, for the promises of a million afters.
I wait by my mailbox, looking for the mailman who...
April 2012
10 posts
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I'm a Machiavellian,
so don’t show me your damn contempt.
Don’t think me naive and patronize me with some bullshit indulgence.
Don’t judge my character by my politics.
The toughest decisions come from the toughest of men.
How can you reconcile the death of millions for the salvation of billions?
You can’t.
So, I’d happy be the scapegoat, so that your loathsome impotencies need not...
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Man was so limited he hadn't even the ingenuity to...
—from “The Power and the Glory” by Graham Greene
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What is a successful writer but one who better...
Taboo
(Show opens on a bare stage in complete darkness. Four characters line the front or surround the audience, giving monologues independently that connect with each other through the major theme of Love.)
Lily: He gave me lilies (smiles to herself). He always gives me things like that. Lilies almost always—he knows I love them. They’re these beautiful white lilies, gorgeous lilies, proper and white....
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Our Syntactical Quark (or, if you'll allow it,...
Mine syntax is broad,
sweeping; mine takes aims to encapsulate the whole length of a sentence, the breadth of a universe, the length of a tight rope strung between the Twin Towers.
Your syntax is limited,
specific; yours dissects that soulful essence of the human mind with a surgeon’s scalpel. You find potent power in the impotent man, significance in the tossed-away pitt of a cherry,...
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Two Balloons Separated by the Time of Light
Today, for no mere reason, I spied two balloons, one a vivid green and the other cherry apple red, floating aimlessly in the sky.
I noticed, too, that their distance apart never increased nor did it decrease.
These two balloons, one green and one red, seemed to be held within their own gravity.
As I did spy these balloons, while their images on my retina came to the point of a pen mark high...
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I leave this.
I leave this post stamped, pixelated here on this page.
My words penned by the new ink of the 20th and 21st century:
Words, not formed by the black carbon pigment many years tried and true,
not scribbled down by the intrepid hand of a man caught by the neck, wrung by inspiration,
not stained onto a parchment, till the ink and the page coalesce, inseparable till death.
No, now my post is...
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Frustration is mental castration. Fuck.
March 2012
5 posts
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More than fame, wants friendships; more than...
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The Letching...
It’s probably for the best that we go ahead and get a couple of things straight. I’m not a generous person; I’m not a particularly levelheaded person; I can be very aggressive more often than not; I quietly cling to certain stereotypes and prejudices. I guess I’m not much of a nice person at all, really, if you want to get right down to it. I can hate people and have no justification for...
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The Future is...
Terrifying.
It’s that expansive unknown, but it’s our unknown. Any unknown, however can be conquered.
But I won’t offer you any damn platitude; the unknown is mysterious, intriguing and abhorrent. It’s dangerous, being filled with life left to live, meaning pleasures yet to be experienced, miseries yet to be suffered…
The future is terrifying, but the future is...
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As the Sun Rises,
Will you come and watch the sun rise with me?
Will you leave behind all that you’ve so carefully built and meticulously placed?
Will you leave your new shoes at the door and slip on those aged veterans that know your soul so well?
Will you slide across the dew drenched grass with me and hold me for your rock?
Will you kiss me as the birds chirp their rising tune?
Will you look at me as...
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How to Live Life
If you’re reading this text, it likely means one of three things: you’re confused by the book title, thinking you’ve picked up some self-help, life coach nonsensical crap; you think this book will offer some witty, whimsical look into contemporary social life, climaxing in a romantic rendezvous between two isolated souls; you meant to grab the book next to this one entitled “Don’t...
December 2011
5 posts
simple words in a simple verse for a girl who is...
There is elegance and beauty,
in words that we simply state.
Avoid synonyms, analogies,
devices masking true value.
Though there’s nothing I’d rather do
than affirm you are the “Bee’s Knees,”
I must make these tendences wait,
because your resolve, shivani,
has unmistakably caused my flames to dwindle,
but this passion is reawaken,
just by, simply said and...
To be etch-a sketch erased from someone's life. ...
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Considering Suicide
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Feels very alone.
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Some random DREAM man
His eyes were shut. He felt the chill at his fingertips. Slowly, the chill coursed its way through his veins, into his heart, through his arteries, and finally through his brain and lungs; his blood had been replaced by ice. He began to lose feeling. It began at his toes, and then his feet, and from the two extremities the numbness began to converge at his chest. At first, his heart beat...
November 2011
1 post
For the Sky is Hollow and the World is Round
September 2011
2 posts
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Swimming through concrete
Life is a lot like swimming through concrete. You feel a champion like Michael Phelps one second, and then entombed like a rotten corpse the next.
Woolgathering thoughts.
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My White Problem
Hope is fleeting. It’ll only carry you so far, like a car with a flat. Don’t invest hope in others. Don’t determine the future in your mind. you’re only setting yourself up for disappointment.
August 2011
1 post
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A proverb
Let go or be dragged.
July 2011
5 posts
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The Deep.
Squelching in the deep, the mud pits ooze before our toes and squeeze and squirm their way between the crevices, like water through a canyon.
Sinking in the deep, first our feet, then our calves, then our knees, now our legs, up to our waist, down goes the stomach, the chest submerges, and farewell to the cranium.
Dying in the deep…
it’s a lot like living.
Love is
Love is a downhill
climb.
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If the world ends in fire...
If the world ends in fire, my icy tomb, stricken with chilly spindles, spidery tendrils which snake their way, like cracks in the pavement, on this hot summer day— like jack frost at Spring’s first sun, shall drench the ground in its misbegotten woes, for no man of snow high or low, rich or no, does know true tragedy, terror or loss— no, he only knows that hoary frost, and that...
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Nuggle Fogglebottom
Lovable Mud-Eyed friend coming soon to an Epic near you! :)
The following is a work of fiction. Any...
June 2011
10 posts
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Chapter 1: The Legend
On the ragged walls of a once great kingdom, where men with the Eyes of the Sun once stood, it is written. A legend that told about a shining kingdom, about peace, prosperity and universal content. A legend that told about the arrival of chaos…
Here on the walls of ______ the legend goes:
In the times of his majesty, the royal _____, our splendorous kingdom _____ stood tall, mighty,...
To Pam...
Love, with all my heart, undying, unchecked, boundless love.
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Whale Anatomy #2
Like the whitened, tightly drawn skin of Ahab’s spermacetti menace, a thick, insidious cloth lays its fabric down over my mind. Why, dear white sheet, do you seem so vastly blank? Why does your multitude of tedious white pixels dot my mind with emptiness? I dare say I should take a lighter to you, dear white sheet, and scorch that whiteness into oblivion. White into ash, ash into air,...
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There is no...
There is no rest for the wasted vagabonds who fritter away their existence to the sharpened end of a pine needle.
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“History is just one fucking thing after another.”
– The History Boys by Alan Bennet
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Whale Anatomy #1
The only original thought left in this world is knowing that you can no longer be original.
So what does this mean to us then?
Give up? Refurbish old poetic prose? Spit-shine another man’s novella?
No.
This means: move the fuck along. Writing is wasting your time if matters like these concern you.
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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
By T. S. Eliot
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming...
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Oh, Machine Heart!
Stir, oh, Machine Heart. Stir once more and beat with your pistons. Fuel us with your sanguine oil. Your motor burns once more, Oh, Machine Heart, and we begin to move. Heart of fire, heart of rage, burn, burn, in the crimson night, burn burn, bloody, red, and bright. Your fire reels my imagination, Oh, Machine Heart, your fire sears my imagination. I stare at you from afar, like a lion...
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