how easily nostalgia
turns into
rage
one setting
becomes broken
the radio
no longer tunes
in
to anything
lost
in am
noisephonia
hertz topography
silence laden
with some
sound
anyway, immortal
endless it seems
constant instead
like dreams
skipping from
one point
to another
and then
>gone<
for Heinrich
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
None So Much As Children Inside The World
we are singing
of joy and pain
at the point
of birth
red letters
blood ladders
she is calling
and crying
mother and father
and nothing but
great pain over
and over we are
all washed through
with unfolding drama
and strain.
with knowledge
lead by a shaman
careful for the fallout
mindless words
famine in the nuclear shelter
lost words and soul
before the drought.
of joy and pain
at the point
of birth
red letters
blood ladders
she is calling
and crying
mother and father
and nothing but
great pain over
and over we are
all washed through
with unfolding drama
and strain.
with knowledge
lead by a shaman
careful for the fallout
mindless words
famine in the nuclear shelter
lost words and soul
before the drought.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Unfolding Tomorrow Machines
everything goes
from nothing to nothing
two states of unbeing
with some static in the middle
ground out sourced
made without machinery
without
a sound
we survive
thinking
we came from somewhere
and we love believing
we are all going somewhere
forgiveness never comes
there is no water
left to wash us
in the last hours
when the candle flickers
parades of ticker tape
ending with a
final call.
from nothing to nothing
two states of unbeing
with some static in the middle
ground out sourced
made without machinery
without
a sound
we survive
thinking
we came from somewhere
and we love believing
we are all going somewhere
forgiveness never comes
there is no water
left to wash us
in the last hours
when the candle flickers
parades of ticker tape
ending with a
final call.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
A Change In The Unwritten Script
clues for archelogist
a story to be told
in the removed
a vacuumed truth
all for saving face
and a bleak reply
with a side
of cold gullibility
a sick street
slick polished avenue
a memory of an old \place
washes over senses
the fragrance of loosened
moorings
slips lost
the long coast and
men that disappear
into transparent sailors
veiled appraritions
painted canvas beauties
now
illusions
broken free with
momentous speed
with soaring primrose-colored wings
that gather us fumbling
eventually
to sleep.
a story to be told
in the removed
a vacuumed truth
all for saving face
and a bleak reply
with a side
of cold gullibility
a sick street
slick polished avenue
a memory of an old \place
washes over senses
the fragrance of loosened
moorings
slips lost
the long coast and
men that disappear
into transparent sailors
veiled appraritions
painted canvas beauties
now
illusions
broken free with
momentous speed
with soaring primrose-colored wings
that gather us fumbling
eventually
to sleep.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Shuffle Off
all children
make mistakes
life is hard
place your bets
try to understand
play the game
no end in sight
no matter
how well you
play your hand
no son
or daughter
no sun or moon
laughing inside
the clamber just fading
seagulls and gannets
shoot from awkward
malarkey to dream skies
why can't you leave it all
I don't know.
what sun is unmade
unreal
dreams are
a dime a dozen
and a real steal
how can you win
in this?
I don't know
a game built for losers
dancing with scissors
like this one
Cut it short
or keep singing
is that the danger
bell and an orange glow
wringing its hands
in time slowed
I don't know
Love is like a gate
slammed with force
with both of us
on one side
full of arrogance
the thought of leaving
too strange for words
even an empty evening
imperceptibly concealed
is not wrongly articulated
behind some ancient force field
we all eat with spoons
come clean in
the fabric and an elan
dreamed about with
sympathy
shuffle off to some hidden
corridor
see you in
some other place...
make mistakes
life is hard
place your bets
try to understand
play the game
no end in sight
no matter
how well you
play your hand
no son
or daughter
no sun or moon
laughing inside
the clamber just fading
seagulls and gannets
shoot from awkward
malarkey to dream skies
why can't you leave it all
I don't know.
what sun is unmade
unreal
dreams are
a dime a dozen
and a real steal
how can you win
in this?
I don't know
a game built for losers
dancing with scissors
like this one
Cut it short
or keep singing
is that the danger
bell and an orange glow
wringing its hands
in time slowed
I don't know
Love is like a gate
slammed with force
with both of us
on one side
full of arrogance
the thought of leaving
too strange for words
even an empty evening
imperceptibly concealed
is not wrongly articulated
behind some ancient force field
we all eat with spoons
come clean in
the fabric and an elan
dreamed about with
sympathy
shuffle off to some hidden
corridor
see you in
some other place...
Labels:
four letter words,
poetry,
stranger at the gate
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Consume Perpetual Sea
we're down
like deep sea
like flying saucers
landing
underwater
we don't get around
much anywhere
up where they
still breathe the air
we swim
still equally
spread over the surface of
all things wet
we don't care of the sky anymore
we're blue
and down deep inside
we've got a watery fortress
and strange powers
and old books with
no pages staged like
spoken pinter
plays in
witty 1960s London
we'll go
dressed in white
and cordoba black
silver clouds
names changed into nouns
here comes no one
have some flowers
it all goes black
the sea is never slack
death remembers
to go back
everything dry and of
the land goes back
the last whip of the film ending swings
like Townsend's arm in
a perpetual future dream.
sell it all
tickets for the
lost carousel
wooden laughing
horses rising and singing
your name
before the flames
consume.
like deep sea
like flying saucers
landing
underwater
we don't get around
much anywhere
up where they
still breathe the air
we swim
still equally
spread over the surface of
all things wet
we don't care of the sky anymore
we're blue
and down deep inside
we've got a watery fortress
and strange powers
and old books with
no pages staged like
spoken pinter
plays in
witty 1960s London
we'll go
dressed in white
and cordoba black
silver clouds
names changed into nouns
here comes no one
have some flowers
it all goes black
the sea is never slack
death remembers
to go back
everything dry and of
the land goes back
the last whip of the film ending swings
like Townsend's arm in
a perpetual future dream.
sell it all
tickets for the
lost carousel
wooden laughing
horses rising and singing
your name
before the flames
consume.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Face Fading On the Western Ridge
a hundred new feet
without a name
clear but different
not connected
in no books
not the same
turned away
no named
with such strains happy
the man he says
happier than a whisper.
without a name
clear but different
not connected
in no books
not the same
turned away
no named
with such strains happy
the man he says
happier than a whisper.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
DVD LIST (A-Z) 2012 Update
list of dvds
A Single Man
The Abyss
Adventures of Ichabod Crane/Wind In the Willows
The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert
Alice in Wonderland
Air Force One
Alien
Aliens
Aliens vs Predator
Alien Vs. Predator: Requiem
Alive
Arachnophobia
Army of Darkness
Avatar
Aviator
Backdraft
Back to the Future 1,2 & 3
Batman Returns
Bats
Bauhaus : Gotham
Bedknobs & Broomsticks
Beetlejuice
The Birds
Bladerunner: Director's Cut
Blazing Saddles
Blue Velvet
Boys n The Hood
Brave Little Toaster
Brazil:Box Set
Breakfast Club
The Bridge
John Cale / Fragments For A Rainy Season
Candyman
Casino Royale
Chicken Run
Chip & Dale
Clash of The Titans(2009)
Close Encounter of The Third Kind
Cloverfield
Commando
Anton Corbin Videos
Corpse Bride
Crazies, The
Chris Cunningham Videos
Dark Crystal
Dawn of The Dead
The Day After Tomorrow
Dark Knight, the
Day of The Dead
Daybreakers
Dead Ringers
Dead Snow
Dead Zone
Deep Impact
The Departed
Die Hard
District 9
The Doom Generation
The Doors
Dracula
Dune
Edward II
Edward Scissorhands
Eraserhead
Erasure Videos
Escape From New York
Evil Dead II
Existenz
Fantasia 1,2 & Legacy(boxset)
Fantastic Four:Rise of the silver surfer
Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Finding Nemo
Neil Finn: Seven World Collide
Firestarter
The Fearless Freaks:the flaming lips
Flatliners
Fright Night
From Hell
Fourth Kind, the
Fog
The Fountain
Fugitive, the
Gamer
Gladiator
Goodfellas
Goonies
Gothika
Gremlins
Best Of Phil Hartman(SNL)
Haunting
Harold and Maude
Hellraiser
History of The World Part I(Mel Brooks)
Robin Hitchcock: Gotta Let This Hen Out
Robin Hitchcock Storefront Hitchcock
Robin Hitchcock: Sex, Bugs, Food and Insects
Hollow Man
Hunt For Red October
Inception
Incredibles, the
Independence Day
I, Robot
Indiana Jones (box set)
Indiana Jones and The Kingdom Of The Crystal Skull
Iron Giant
Iron Man
Iron Man 2
Jacob's Ladder
James and The Giant Peach
Jaws
Joy Division: Here Are The Young Men
Jurassic Park (box set)
Jurassic Park: The Lost World
Jurassic Park III
Jurassic Park: Making Of DVD
Kraftwerk: Minimum / Maximum
Kung Fu Panda
Ladyhawk
Labyrinth
Land of the Dead
League of Extraordinary Gentlemen
Lord of The Rings:Fellowship of the Ring
Lord of The Rings:Two Towers
Lord of The Rings:Return Of The King
Lost Boys
Love & Rockets: Haunted Fishtank
Love Is The Devil
Madonna: Videos
Matrix
Matrix Reloaded
Matrix Revelations
Mary Poppins
Meaning of Life
Medicine Man
Michael, George: Ladies and Gentlemen Videos
Milk
Mirrors
Mommy Dearest
Morriseey: Oye Esteban
Morrissey: Who put the M in Manchester
Mysterious Skin
New Jack City
Night of The Comet
Nightmare on Elm Street
Nightmare Before Christmas
Night of the Living Dead
9
Nomi Song
101 Dalmatians
Pandorum
Paris is Burning
Patriot Games
Pi
Pet Shop Boys videos
Pirates of the Caribbean
Pirates of the Caribbean 2
Pirates of the Caribbean 3
Point Break
Poltergeist
Polar Express
Prince of Darkness
Prestige
Predator
Public Enemies
Purple Rain
Quarantine
REM Videos
Requiem For A Dream
Return of The Living Dead
Return of The Living Dead II
Robocop
Romancing The Stone
Saving Private Ryan
Secret of Nihm
Sherlock Holmes
Sick and Twisted Animation Festival
Sick and Twisted Animation Festival 2
Silence of The Lambs
Simpson's Series I
Simpson's Series II
Simpson's Series III
Simpson's Series IV
Simpson's Series V
Simpson's Series VI
Simpson's Series VII
Simpson's Series IX
Simpson's Series X
Simpson's Series XI
Simpson's Series XII
Simpson's Series XIII
Simpsons Movie
Sleeping Beauty
Slither
Smiths Videos
Snow White & The Seven Dwarves
Something Wicked This Way Comes
Source Code
Speed
Spider
Spiderman
Spiderman 2
Spiderman 3
Splendor
Star Wars I, II & III(box set)
Sweeney Todd
Terminator
T2
Terminator: Salvation
Thelma and Louise
Thing, the
300
Time Bandits
Tony
Total Recall
Toy Story I + 2(box set)
Toy Story 3
Tron
Tron Legacy
12 Monkeys
24 Hour Party People
28 Days Later
28 Weeks Later
2010
2012
Twister
U2 Videos
Up
Warriors
Watchmen
Watership Down
Robin Williams: Live on Broadway
Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory
Who Framed Roger Rabbit
Witches of Eastwick
Wolfman
X-Men
X2(X-men 2)
X-men 3:Last Stand
X-Men Origins: Wolverine
Young Frankenstein
Zodiac
ZombieLand
A Single Man
The Abyss
Adventures of Ichabod Crane/Wind In the Willows
The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert
Alice in Wonderland
Air Force One
Alien
Aliens
Aliens vs Predator
Alien Vs. Predator: Requiem
Alive
Arachnophobia
Army of Darkness
Avatar
Aviator
Backdraft
Back to the Future 1,2 & 3
Batman Returns
Bats
Bauhaus : Gotham
Bedknobs & Broomsticks
Beetlejuice
The Birds
Bladerunner: Director's Cut
Blazing Saddles
Blue Velvet
Boys n The Hood
Brave Little Toaster
Brazil:Box Set
Breakfast Club
The Bridge
John Cale / Fragments For A Rainy Season
Candyman
Casino Royale
Chicken Run
Chip & Dale
Clash of The Titans(2009)
Close Encounter of The Third Kind
Cloverfield
Commando
Anton Corbin Videos
Corpse Bride
Crazies, The
Chris Cunningham Videos
Dark Crystal
Dawn of The Dead
The Day After Tomorrow
Dark Knight, the
Day of The Dead
Daybreakers
Dead Ringers
Dead Snow
Dead Zone
Deep Impact
The Departed
Die Hard
District 9
The Doom Generation
The Doors
Dracula
Dune
Edward II
Edward Scissorhands
Eraserhead
Erasure Videos
Escape From New York
Evil Dead II
Existenz
Fantasia 1,2 & Legacy(boxset)
Fantastic Four:Rise of the silver surfer
Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Finding Nemo
Neil Finn: Seven World Collide
Firestarter
The Fearless Freaks:the flaming lips
Flatliners
Fright Night
From Hell
Fourth Kind, the
Fog
The Fountain
Fugitive, the
Gamer
Gladiator
Goodfellas
Goonies
Gothika
Gremlins
Best Of Phil Hartman(SNL)
Haunting
Harold and Maude
Hellraiser
History of The World Part I(Mel Brooks)
Robin Hitchcock: Gotta Let This Hen Out
Robin Hitchcock Storefront Hitchcock
Robin Hitchcock: Sex, Bugs, Food and Insects
Hollow Man
Hunt For Red October
Inception
Incredibles, the
Independence Day
I, Robot
Indiana Jones (box set)
Indiana Jones and The Kingdom Of The Crystal Skull
Iron Giant
Iron Man
Iron Man 2
Jacob's Ladder
James and The Giant Peach
Jaws
Joy Division: Here Are The Young Men
Jurassic Park (box set)
Jurassic Park: The Lost World
Jurassic Park III
Jurassic Park: Making Of DVD
Kraftwerk: Minimum / Maximum
Kung Fu Panda
Ladyhawk
Labyrinth
Land of the Dead
League of Extraordinary Gentlemen
Lord of The Rings:Fellowship of the Ring
Lord of The Rings:Two Towers
Lord of The Rings:Return Of The King
Lost Boys
Love & Rockets: Haunted Fishtank
Love Is The Devil
Madonna: Videos
Matrix
Matrix Reloaded
Matrix Revelations
Mary Poppins
Meaning of Life
Medicine Man
Michael, George: Ladies and Gentlemen Videos
Milk
Mirrors
Mommy Dearest
Morriseey: Oye Esteban
Morrissey: Who put the M in Manchester
Mysterious Skin
New Jack City
Night of The Comet
Nightmare on Elm Street
Nightmare Before Christmas
Night of the Living Dead
9
Nomi Song
101 Dalmatians
Pandorum
Paris is Burning
Patriot Games
Pi
Pet Shop Boys videos
Pirates of the Caribbean
Pirates of the Caribbean 2
Pirates of the Caribbean 3
Point Break
Poltergeist
Polar Express
Prince of Darkness
Prestige
Predator
Public Enemies
Purple Rain
Quarantine
REM Videos
Requiem For A Dream
Return of The Living Dead
Return of The Living Dead II
Robocop
Romancing The Stone
Saving Private Ryan
Secret of Nihm
Sherlock Holmes
Sick and Twisted Animation Festival
Sick and Twisted Animation Festival 2
Silence of The Lambs
Simpson's Series I
Simpson's Series II
Simpson's Series III
Simpson's Series IV
Simpson's Series V
Simpson's Series VI
Simpson's Series VII
Simpson's Series IX
Simpson's Series X
Simpson's Series XI
Simpson's Series XII
Simpson's Series XIII
Simpsons Movie
Sleeping Beauty
Slither
Smiths Videos
Snow White & The Seven Dwarves
Something Wicked This Way Comes
Source Code
Speed
Spider
Spiderman
Spiderman 2
Spiderman 3
Splendor
Star Wars I, II & III(box set)
Sweeney Todd
Terminator
T2
Terminator: Salvation
Thelma and Louise
Thing, the
300
Time Bandits
Tony
Total Recall
Toy Story I + 2(box set)
Toy Story 3
Tron
Tron Legacy
12 Monkeys
24 Hour Party People
28 Days Later
28 Weeks Later
2010
2012
Twister
U2 Videos
Up
Warriors
Watchmen
Watership Down
Robin Williams: Live on Broadway
Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory
Who Framed Roger Rabbit
Witches of Eastwick
Wolfman
X-Men
X2(X-men 2)
X-men 3:Last Stand
X-Men Origins: Wolverine
Young Frankenstein
Zodiac
ZombieLand
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
The Fog Remade/Reviewed
Generally one remakes a film because they feel there is something missing, something that can be improved on or done better. Sometimes they are updated to make them more relevant to 'today's audience' which is usually code for 'younger/more familiar actors', 'needs more gore' or someone has a career they are trying to promote, depending on the whim of the director. This film has all three, including introducing a needless love story angle which just fizzles based on the way the characters are presented. Instead of a creepy soundtrack, I'm expected to be terrorized by a bunch of pop songs? Hardly menacing in any way and worse, serving to immediately date the film.
The movie is shot well-its not hard to look at and the people you are supposed to sympathize with are all very pretty/sexy. I was thinking with a little money and some newer actors and the available technology/effects they would at least do something daring with the film. Instead it was one endless nu horror cliche after another with CW/television level acting. In addition, the characters were just so unsympathetic. The main character is cheating on the girlfriend with the DJ which is explained away because the girlfriend just "Up and left town for 6 months" without saying where she was. Huh? So essentially, she is missing for half a year? When he happens to pick her up on the main road into town, ala Jamie Lee Curtis' character in the original, they just go on like "hey no big deal, glad you're home! lets have sex!" Her mom acts like some cold cardboard Ice Storm extra, the priest is either totally drunk or totally sober depending on what scene and "Stevie Wayne" the heroine of the original is acted by Blair like some house cat who dialed in what is probably one of the worst performances in the film though not the only one.
While the effects in the original film are simply done and creepy due to looking 'natural' (i.e. its really 'fog' they created in much of the first film) whereas every sequence where the CGI is used feels forced-I'm thinking particularly of the scene with the aunt burning up but the fog itself it too digitized to be creepy). Really the only sequence that was interesting to watch were with the Elizabeth Dane, where the make up seemed good, the effects natural looking and the acting believable. Sadly, I cannot say the same for the rest of the film.
The only person I felt sorry for was the old man with his dogs but his story arc seems unexplainable and meaningless, other than showing cruelty towards him and his dogs. In the original film, this doesn't even matter. Dogs are shown barking, not being left as a steaming corpse on a dock or worse yelping in pain in the darkness. What would the dead even care about the dogs anyway since the plots revenge angle is about the people? You can tell a lot of this was created to please a very specific demographic (I'm thinking people who watch the Buffy, or those who feel the Final Destination films are rife with pathos) but if you wanted to see a reasonably scary horror film, this isn't the one.
This film has so many plot holes that, rather than the viewer being able to ignore them, the film collapses into them. I am not sure why Carpenter was even involved other than writing and directing the original. This isn't the worst film I have ever seen, but I really felt like it didn't do the main thing a horror film should do which was to scare me or at least keep me entertained and it did neither.
The movie is shot well-its not hard to look at and the people you are supposed to sympathize with are all very pretty/sexy. I was thinking with a little money and some newer actors and the available technology/effects they would at least do something daring with the film. Instead it was one endless nu horror cliche after another with CW/television level acting. In addition, the characters were just so unsympathetic. The main character is cheating on the girlfriend with the DJ which is explained away because the girlfriend just "Up and left town for 6 months" without saying where she was. Huh? So essentially, she is missing for half a year? When he happens to pick her up on the main road into town, ala Jamie Lee Curtis' character in the original, they just go on like "hey no big deal, glad you're home! lets have sex!" Her mom acts like some cold cardboard Ice Storm extra, the priest is either totally drunk or totally sober depending on what scene and "Stevie Wayne" the heroine of the original is acted by Blair like some house cat who dialed in what is probably one of the worst performances in the film though not the only one.
While the effects in the original film are simply done and creepy due to looking 'natural' (i.e. its really 'fog' they created in much of the first film) whereas every sequence where the CGI is used feels forced-I'm thinking particularly of the scene with the aunt burning up but the fog itself it too digitized to be creepy). Really the only sequence that was interesting to watch were with the Elizabeth Dane, where the make up seemed good, the effects natural looking and the acting believable. Sadly, I cannot say the same for the rest of the film.
The only person I felt sorry for was the old man with his dogs but his story arc seems unexplainable and meaningless, other than showing cruelty towards him and his dogs. In the original film, this doesn't even matter. Dogs are shown barking, not being left as a steaming corpse on a dock or worse yelping in pain in the darkness. What would the dead even care about the dogs anyway since the plots revenge angle is about the people? You can tell a lot of this was created to please a very specific demographic (I'm thinking people who watch the Buffy, or those who feel the Final Destination films are rife with pathos) but if you wanted to see a reasonably scary horror film, this isn't the one.
This film has so many plot holes that, rather than the viewer being able to ignore them, the film collapses into them. I am not sure why Carpenter was even involved other than writing and directing the original. This isn't the worst film I have ever seen, but I really felt like it didn't do the main thing a horror film should do which was to scare me or at least keep me entertained and it did neither.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
From A Hill Over The River
a hill
from underneath
is invisible
still flowers
growing through
point swaying towards the sun
like any golden ray would
tell it on to lock
the beating polyrhythms
create aural light cascades
as though ridden
farther away
to face winds
blown down crippling corridors
the dark ends of the street
quiet for nothing but
alibis clinging
together like cold
hands rippling
leathery parchments
creased in
the basement
of mercy street
from underneath
is invisible
still flowers
growing through
point swaying towards the sun
like any golden ray would
tell it on to lock
the beating polyrhythms
create aural light cascades
as though ridden
farther away
to face winds
blown down crippling corridors
the dark ends of the street
quiet for nothing but
alibis clinging
together like cold
hands rippling
leathery parchments
creased in
the basement
of mercy street
Labels:
exit,
indianapolis,
meh,
seattle,
trafalgar square
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Old Cynicism For the New Year
jagged rays of moon
lay dead and fallen
fallow and callous
in the light
of all seasons
as they go by,
as Persephone sings her song
and is dragged down
along with her seeds
and her frown
to harvest a new
tomorrow.
lay dead and fallen
fallow and callous
in the light
of all seasons
as they go by,
as Persephone sings her song
and is dragged down
along with her seeds
and her frown
to harvest a new
tomorrow.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
That Books Should Find Hollow Spaces To Fill
my suit catches
fire again
on closed circuit
television
the lens fails to capture
the texture of my
textile reminder
to find
the expression
the respect for dissection
sharp instruments
and destination gasses
in the
repetition frames
glazed with the
space bar
drinks in the afterzone
blanketed by
astral girls
and stars like pearls
exploded across
dimensions
that we wasted
we were trying to find anything
anyone left
who was living
before
we stuffed any one
into the ovens or the homes
and forgot them
(bang)
white lights
explosions
hello...?
just pick up
just a voice to ease the pain
just another bout
of wrongful information
terminated while receiving
broken interception
discovered covered with blood
upon
disco very tired to train the same
but the name is scrubbed
until your are lone
until you are done
until you turn into a butterfly
or a dove
or just left like a piece of felt
mashed into the mud
totally submerged and
numb another number on a bullet
in a gun measured out in cups
no more pain
the gods are coming again
the ship is done
it only comes to take one
like some floating balloon
off to the moon
when I thought the clock
had come to take me
a vow to the silence
dream avoidance
and the screams
of the last light
-------------------
(unfinished)
fire again
on closed circuit
television
the lens fails to capture
the texture of my
textile reminder
to find
the expression
the respect for dissection
sharp instruments
and destination gasses
in the
repetition frames
glazed with the
space bar
drinks in the afterzone
blanketed by
astral girls
and stars like pearls
exploded across
dimensions
that we wasted
we were trying to find anything
anyone left
who was living
before
we stuffed any one
into the ovens or the homes
and forgot them
(bang)
white lights
explosions
hello...?
just pick up
just a voice to ease the pain
just another bout
of wrongful information
terminated while receiving
broken interception
discovered covered with blood
upon
disco very tired to train the same
but the name is scrubbed
until your are lone
until you are done
until you turn into a butterfly
or a dove
or just left like a piece of felt
mashed into the mud
totally submerged and
numb another number on a bullet
in a gun measured out in cups
no more pain
the gods are coming again
the ship is done
it only comes to take one
like some floating balloon
off to the moon
when I thought the clock
had come to take me
a vow to the silence
dream avoidance
and the screams
of the last light
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(unfinished)
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Still Beating / Moving, Counting
isn't that what we all want?
a hand to hold
us in the darkness
someone close
who we surely know
will protect us.
not to be alone
in a cage
but full of love
and to be saved
from whatever loss
might be in store
and the coldness of the winter
and those whose lives
it helps endure
a little sunlight
I bring to you
I don't know
your name
yet but someday
soon
a new name
an old game
to play again
and some new heart
to fill with love
I surely still
have to give again.
a hand to hold
us in the darkness
someone close
who we surely know
will protect us.
not to be alone
in a cage
but full of love
and to be saved
from whatever loss
might be in store
and the coldness of the winter
and those whose lives
it helps endure
a little sunlight
I bring to you
I don't know
your name
yet but someday
soon
a new name
an old game
to play again
and some new heart
to fill with love
I surely still
have to give again.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye A Little
These last two are the last pictures I ever took of Tweed and I together. The first one is really the last time we got to play, taken late Sunday evening. He used to do the cutest thing and pull my hand towards his chest with one paw when he was feeling better and let me rub his tummy-this is the last time I got to do that with him although my hand is out of camera sight, it is lying gently more against than 'on' so I didn't add any unnecessary weight. It had been a while since he had done this particular behavior so Sunday night, the last night he seemed to be hanging in there, I got out my camera. I got out my phone. I took copious pictures. Tweed managed not only to tolerate me snapping in his face(on silent mode of course) and taking several videos, including what turned out to be his final vocalizing, taken Saturday night. I will forever be thankful to Robert for not only being my pillar through all this, covering the financial aspects and being with me tuesday. If he hadn't suggested this I would have been so wrapped up in the 'now' I wouldn't have had any space to think about recording anything. I even managed to capture something I rarely did on film which is him swishing around his little paw in his water bowl before drinking. IN all these years I had never managed to get a shot. He somehow was actually strong enough to stand on three legs(he wobbled a lot though) with one paw in the water, then in his mouth, then back in the water until he finally felt safe to drink. more is coming but i am out of energy to write anything else tonight
Monday, December 5, 2011
For Tweed - part I
I only want you to rest
no heaviness or painful hungering
no dull ache
in your chest
thousands of memories
cheerful times
and joyful
declivities
with so many in back
and so few left
to go
I call your name
and think of good times
again
you
as a kitten
small, shy
the last of your
band of brothers
to find somewhere
forever
for keeping my chair warm
the merry go round cat
who loved Loved LOVED
being spun around in chairs
until literally dizzy
then he'd jump back in and say
"lets do it again!"
the funniest habit of
swishing his paw around in the water
bowl until deciding it was
'Tweed approved"
and then drinking normally.
it won't be the same christmas without you and your
brother josquin who will
forever have a home on my tree
you have both
forever changed
the course and length of my life
for all your howling yowling
and endless meowing
you maybe never knew this
but you felt it
that you kept me from killing myself
back in 2007,
and all of 2005
when we all moved together
and put up with some really odd situations
and you were with me
through all of it
and you still loved me
even when I moved
again and
again.
you made friends with dogs!
My sisters two yappy little ones
but you soon won them over
even 'sleeping with the enemy'
when I was out of town
you could make friends with anyone
who would give you a chance
and we'd dance around the room
like two fools
listening to Squeeze sing
"Cool For Cats"
Josquin taught you to talk
but you did it your own way
and never has a cat sounded more
like a cranky old man
than you did.
you started off as "Speedy"
which I hated,
Lee named you Tweedy
as in Tweedy Bird
which I thought was lame
and so Tweed you became
a little old sounding man in a tweed coat
and the prettiest green eyes
I've yet seen on a cat
a rambunctious funny chittering cat
who was virtually never ill
until almost the end
I want nothing for you
other than the most happiness
and barring that, the least suffering.
I know its time because you are not your old self
your eyes are dimmed and I know your constant
pacing and movement indicate discomfort
I think not about how much time is left
but of how much time we've had
and in the inbetween time
When you see your old friend and brother Josquin
there is plenty of grass
to run in again
lot of toys
and the BEST snacks
So its not ever goodbye
its until we meet again
old friend.
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no heaviness or painful hungering
no dull ache
in your chest
thousands of memories
cheerful times
and joyful
declivities
with so many in back
and so few left
to go
I call your name
and think of good times
again
you
as a kitten
small, shy
the last of your
band of brothers
to find somewhere
forever
for keeping my chair warm
the merry go round cat
who loved Loved LOVED
being spun around in chairs
until literally dizzy
then he'd jump back in and say
"lets do it again!"
the funniest habit of
swishing his paw around in the water
bowl until deciding it was
'Tweed approved"
and then drinking normally.
it won't be the same christmas without you and your
brother josquin who will
forever have a home on my tree
you have both
forever changed
the course and length of my life
for all your howling yowling
and endless meowing
you maybe never knew this
but you felt it
that you kept me from killing myself
back in 2007,
and all of 2005
when we all moved together
and put up with some really odd situations
and you were with me
through all of it
and you still loved me
even when I moved
again and
again.
you made friends with dogs!
My sisters two yappy little ones
but you soon won them over
even 'sleeping with the enemy'
when I was out of town
you could make friends with anyone
who would give you a chance
and we'd dance around the room
like two fools
listening to Squeeze sing
"Cool For Cats"
Josquin taught you to talk
but you did it your own way
and never has a cat sounded more
like a cranky old man
than you did.
you started off as "Speedy"
which I hated,
Lee named you Tweedy
as in Tweedy Bird
which I thought was lame
and so Tweed you became
a little old sounding man in a tweed coat
and the prettiest green eyes
I've yet seen on a cat
a rambunctious funny chittering cat
who was virtually never ill
until almost the end
I want nothing for you
other than the most happiness
and barring that, the least suffering.
I know its time because you are not your old self
your eyes are dimmed and I know your constant
pacing and movement indicate discomfort
I think not about how much time is left
but of how much time we've had
and in the inbetween time
When you see your old friend and brother Josquin
there is plenty of grass
to run in again
lot of toys
and the BEST snacks
So its not ever goodbye
its until we meet again
old friend.
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