Wednesday, November 21, 2012

There is something in the air. There is something that makes me cringe. It is impossible to sit still. The rain hits my face and I catch your eye staring through a diamond mist.

Friday, November 16, 2012

"We suffer from our isolation in our individual separateness. Love reiterates: 'If only you possess the beloved one, your soul sick with loneliness would be one with the soul of the beloved.' Partially at least, this promise is a fraud."

-Bataille, Death and Sensuality

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Candy Walls










So leave it what it is
just give it time
try your best to smile
give her lengths of love
but the body is gone
body is gone
fondle candy wall
evening is slime
what a waste of time
and although you still get by
searching for the things that make you come alive

It goes down to this
it's a why they're here
oh why you walk
fondle candy wall
open hands
well, that's the style
bones crack many years
these gamut boys
millionaires
take me out on a ride
i like you well enough to give you mother's arc


 The streak survives, in the night

 I hope it comes after life.


Lyrics by Trust TRST

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Reflections of a Prairie Child

I have never been more nostalgic for the prairies than I am this morning. The sun dancing on your shoulders and your back, sparkling on the waves of Echo Lake at noon. Tea in the meadow, under a bright full moon. The expansive land, the sublime skies. The feeling you get when you stand in a field. You realize that the world is too big for you. You assault us with your winter. Six months of the year we curse you. You laugh at us as you flash your blinding crystal sunshine, your northern lights. The snow enhances your beauty and your terror . I would stay here forever but you frighten me. The world is too big, it is too big. You make me feel small but I love you with all my smallness.

Monday, November 5, 2012


I AVE REGINA COELORUM

Es ist ein Land Verloren...

There is a land called Lost
at peace inside our heads.
The moon, full on the frost,
vivifies these stone heads.

Moods of the verb 'to stare',
split selfhoods, conjugate
ice-facets from the air,
the light glazing the light.

Look at us, Queen of Heaven.
Our solitudes drift by
your solitudes, the seven
dead stars in your sky.

-Geoffrey Hill