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Writing
Well, packing, mostly. I haven't posted here since the failing out became official, because of sloth, depression, and not really having anything to say about the topic. And that's that.
I've been corresponding with my brother (who is now out of a halfway house and in an apartment. Yay!) about his magazine and writing some poetry for it. I don't think he's going to publish either of these, so I'll print them .
Ingrown Hands
At Gettysburg
It is said
humanity was revealed
in stuffed musket balls
one after another
stacked into tube
23 mercy
a hand grows within the hand
dwarfed and miniature
teratom within
our monstrous breast
this wretched, unguided decency
haunts, cancerous, our nobility
in cowards and bullies
to kiss the feet
is to kiss the heart
Rose Light
the curdling in acid shows
within within there is within without
the twists of tubes that imbue us
to be or do not
I have slept by the blackened form
and inch by inch took up the knife
that moment cut between each finger
to the wrist
if I did not cut, you see, I would have flown
the pinky disjointed from the palm
distended, useless, and beatific
to know the blessing there you must believe
their lies there truth, beauty, and so
I knew, once,
the spinning and the calling of the thread
the methods of heaven
the sight direct and unadulterated
if I did not cut, they say, I could not have known
And with spilling out of humours
I become light, ethereal
and so undone
unwilling or unable
this dull thudding
the flesh rejects the flesh
the mind rejects the mind
scarred only by golden taloned eyes, the proof
that I might say that I have read the stars
The first is the more recent, an inspired by this thread on RPGnet. It is tangentially related to role-playing games, but it is really about human reactions to murder, killing, and other indecent things. Deep down, we are pretty good people, but our society valorizes killing, and so we allow the psychopaths to control our actions and decisions.
The second is an angst poem, plain and simple, about physics. It does have some interesting references (particularly one to the Marshaverse...)
I am leaving Tuesday. If anyone wants to see me, they'd better get over here today or tomorrow.
I've been corresponding with my brother (who is now out of a halfway house and in an apartment. Yay!) about his magazine and writing some poetry for it. I don't think he's going to publish either of these, so I'll print them .
Ingrown Hands
At Gettysburg
It is said
humanity was revealed
in stuffed musket balls
one after another
stacked into tube
23 mercy
a hand grows within the hand
dwarfed and miniature
teratom within
our monstrous breast
this wretched, unguided decency
haunts, cancerous, our nobility
in cowards and bullies
to kiss the feet
is to kiss the heart
Rose Light
the curdling in acid shows
within within there is within without
the twists of tubes that imbue us
to be or do not
I have slept by the blackened form
and inch by inch took up the knife
that moment cut between each finger
to the wrist
if I did not cut, you see, I would have flown
the pinky disjointed from the palm
distended, useless, and beatific
to know the blessing there you must believe
their lies there truth, beauty, and so
I knew, once,
the spinning and the calling of the thread
the methods of heaven
the sight direct and unadulterated
if I did not cut, they say, I could not have known
And with spilling out of humours
I become light, ethereal
and so undone
unwilling or unable
this dull thudding
the flesh rejects the flesh
the mind rejects the mind
scarred only by golden taloned eyes, the proof
that I might say that I have read the stars
The first is the more recent, an inspired by this thread on RPGnet. It is tangentially related to role-playing games, but it is really about human reactions to murder, killing, and other indecent things. Deep down, we are pretty good people, but our society valorizes killing, and so we allow the psychopaths to control our actions and decisions.
The second is an angst poem, plain and simple, about physics. It does have some interesting references (particularly one to the Marshaverse...)
I am leaving Tuesday. If anyone wants to see me, they'd better get over here today or tomorrow.