Transition (All Of The Above)
Nobody could want to admit
the sensation of youthfulness
does not blossom for the efforts
of any wild scene
or paganistic fun
but does rather come and go
a fever, ephemeral
until the generation's immune
and the feeling moves on down
and
nobody could want to admit
a forlorn majority have acted
on principle throughout their lives
with little or...
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In a squat, glass-fronted building
on the other side of the road,
there hangs an exquisite jaw.
By night I have the pleasure of
watching him sweat into greasy air,
and the alchemy intoxicates:
the lines on the boards go limp
before my eyes, evoking willows
drawn winsome in charcoal.
Wherefore his knowing asides?
Was he insinuated into this? Is he
an agent of the...
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lol, its funny, ever since i went live on sg i keep getting that i look like her.
i have not seen her films (although i have seen her pictures and she is quite lovely), what would you recommend?
and more of my work is here-
jevousenprie.deviantart.com (you have to click to browse the full gallery...there's a lot..i really can't wait until next year, my technique will improve so much in the program i will take then...)
i feel lame telling you where i study, seeing as you are in oxford...and nothing really compares to that. ^__~
i go here-
www.evergreen.edu
and i study art...although now im studying to go to china....(wanted to try something different for a change)
i hope to go to graduate school in europe...and pursue cinematography.
also...
you have no idea how nice it is to find another rimbaud fan....i've been obsessed with his work ever since i stumbled upon a season in hell...
what do you study?
My tears stain small pine hands;
thin black paint shows the smile's path;
rough-hewn veins run dry maps
to his heart: my little wooden boy's born.
happy new year everybody.
i'm glad you like my photos. i shot black and white in college. i just picked up the camera this year for fun and i'm enjoying getting into color. it's nice to have one medium that you do totally for fun and have no expectations of yourself.
glad you liked the Gainesville poem. sad, true, and sad again. i've enjoyed your writing as well, friend.
hope you had a good new years fella.
MATERIAL
Should I consider it a bad omen
that I want to see you again soon
because I can't remember your face?
I should, without a doubt
Should you consider it a bad omen
that this cowardly philosopher
another non-stranger whom you'll
probably never engage with
outside of the anecdotes shared
through a typical drug-themed courtship
has actually taken the time to record
his misgivings,...
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My friends have been dropping like flies on here for about a year.
hows yr weekend of adventure unfolding so far?
XkissX
p.s. ignore my stupid website and watch this instead; especially you Canadians.
(please ignore any wanky idiosyncracies of the trailers themselves.)
Thanks for your comments, nice to hear I've been more concise, something I've been working on.
I think we mean different things by 'peace'. I don't see peace as a kind of 'end' or 'rest' or anything; I think true peace comes in the midst of hard work, you know? Is that anything like what you meant?
It is an optimistic parting of the fog, yes. But I'm still in a quandary over what to do about Ian's patronage. If I may compare him to you - you politely ask me for contributions to Bouville, and I'm very pleased to oblige, though I always feel I'm doing it more for the sake of yourself and the others than for me, trying to, you know, be encouraging and stuff. Ian is more grabbing. And I don't hear from him anything like as much as I hear from you, which is alarming in light of how much he's made out of what I've given him. I haven't had a conversation with him (by mail, phone or in person) since the day he came round back in the summer to photograph all the drawings he used in the film. In the meantime he's made The Quarry and put it on youtube, made a shorter film of just my drawings, put it on youtube and called it 'Iain Hunter', large as life, spoken about me in the Dunfermline Press (which is actually quite a prestigious paper as local papers go - it's won UK-wide awards), and now this article, with my pictures, in the Fife and Kinross Extra, which shit-loads of people will see, including, probably, half the folk I went to school with and stuff. I send him e-mails and he takes ages to get back to me, and when he does he doesn't even answer my questions or respond to anything I spoke about; he just says "How's it going? What are you up to?" In short, he has become more of a 'distant patron' than a friend. And that's just shit. He's begun to feel like the kind of guy who would steal your clothes after swimming in school, so that that everyone sees you naked. I'm dramatically more exposed than I was prepared for, and I wasn't even given a chance to prepare.
I still don't know about success and fame and money and stuff. I feel like I've been connected to earth by a thread since I was 20 or so, and I'm frightened to gain the weight that would bring me down to earth again, I have a kind of spiritual/religious fear of such a sullying. I think it'll happen, though, whether I like it or not; so I might as well go with the flow, right?
she appeared to me as
a better kind of human altogether
born into a spotlight of tomorrow
and so on
She taught me by example
how to take the common raptures
and work them into soil, for an open
field of play
and I can't forget
the look she would have in her eyes
when noticing the ground
was spent
Years...
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generally speaking, strangers on the street are not very helpful.. they can be more rude than anything.
BUT if you find the right party/bar to go to, then you will have a blast.
i think montreal is the best city in canada. the people are super cool and helpful, there is always dancing and good music- and everyone you meet is either an artist or a DJ. plus it's known for its strip joints, of which there are a plethora.
Please, when you see what I eat, don't make fun.
It's my food; it's not that bad, and it's all we've got tonight.
Please, when you see where I sleep, don't make fun.
It's my room; it's not that bad, and it's where we'll sleep tonight.
Wine and steak don't satiate. You're love will dine on me.
Creston Spiers
the other day i crossed a...
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Nice post, liked the link, what is it?


I browsed House O Sucre - it's okay, not much my cuppa. I was weaned on comics so I'm pretty au fait with the many styles of expression; House of Sugar thus seemed a bit 15-years-ago to me. But whatever keeps you ticking old boy

I hate the computer too much to make the most of things like stumbleupon

(if you've not seen Paris, Texas and you're the kind of person who doesn't like any kind of spoiler, you probably shouldn't watch the clip.)

the dj battle was between christina suicide and i. it was good fun! plus free drink tickets.
The kissing thing is just very British and modern, isn't it? Most other cultures are quite free with the smooches. I never hug or kiss my Dad, haven't done since I was a toddler; he's just a very self-involved man, I guess.
I got a few Rudolf Steiner books about the angelic heirarchies, a book called 'Closely Observed Trains' by Bohumil Hrubal, one called 'Rock Crystal' by one of my heroes, Adalbert Stifter, a copy of the Bhagavad Gita, and an English/Gypsy - Gypsy/English dictionary