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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man: April 2008
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better. Friday, April 4, 2008. The unspeakable visions of the individual. Evil titular devices appear in great succession on the horizon. One after another, sometimes six abreast as the Romans,. Sometimes muddled together in one dark shape. All the same, all in line. It was not their distant similarity to one another,. Nor, was it their disheveled nazi march. Often as not,. Often as a baby is born,.
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man: June 2008
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better. Sunday, June 22, 2008. Heaven at the End of a Pen. All godly love on full display. Breaking our faces in the Viking melee. Then Richard Cory dispensed medicines to himself and the words of the mind stopped. He dropped into the grass and rolled himself up for any passing Cyclops. 8220;Someone will be by to smoke me soon. I will be out of the way shortly.”. 8220;I vaguely knew Herman. Cer...
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man: December 2007
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better. Thursday, December 13, 2007. Leaving Tranquility: On and On. Left behind my safety pin,. Decisions higher piled than before,. Shel Silverstein was right,. Shoulda took that garbage out. Enough of the others,. Let us get down and out. To the nitty gritty,. Goin’ on to the somewhere else you hear of. Hairline fractures on green leaves,. Water drops of dew slip through to our mouths.
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man: October 2007
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better. Thursday, October 25, 2007. As jazz died in the park? Yesterday jazz in the park made a huge jump,. Right before it was hushed up. Saw a drummer, snare, hi-hat, crash, bass,. Two soloists, trumpet and saxophone. It was cold as hell, I sat on a concrete lip,. I was wearing none but a hoodie and a thin one at that. Those guys played pretty damn good,. Shit Is jazz in the park dead? There was ...
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man: May 2008
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better. Saturday, May 24, 2008. Once in recent memory a beautiful ruby throated hummingbird was sipping at a feeder lovingly brimmed with sugar and water. The hummingbird fancied itself the most content of the hummingbirds and decided in the month of May that he should crown himself King of the Happy Creatures. His kingdom included the happiest subjects through out the world. His majesty continued ...
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man: September 2008
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better. Friday, September 5, 2008. Ode To An Overlong Month. The poetry is hard, thankless,. Without any compensation cepting the relieving of the brain. From its coarse futility and despondance. We beat a path with our feet into this wilderness. Through the wiregrass and across snakeholes,. In between flowering bushes and trees of unmistakable elegance. Under moss and hanging branches,. Brothers, ...
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The Loft Ideal: The Leprechaun Quest Part II
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Friday, April 9, 2010. The Leprechaun Quest Part II. That situation was tense,. I questioned our quest’s worth. But my mood changed after brownies. And I changed into a festive shirt. The skies’ and life’s whims. Could not match my newly minted mood. For a storm threatened to break through. Like an olden alien brood. The rain began to fall. Causing rivers all around us. Beneath our feet mud formed. Where once there was dust. A Styrofoam Raft floated by. And we stepped upon its deck,. In search once again,.
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The Loft Ideal: February 2010
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Friday, February 26, 2010. The Leprechaun Quest Part I. We hit the bong ‘til it smelled a bit like boiled peanuts,. Then traded it for magic beans and gold ingots. 8220;Somewhere sits a leprechaun. Cross-legged and downtrodden,. For surely he rests on ground. I expect he counted from his cast iron pot. Formally brimming with gold. He found it running a deficit and shivered. As though the atmosphere had grown cold.”. That lady with whom. We conducted our trade,. Must have followed a rainbow. The ice cream...
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man: July 2010
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Notes From an Artist as a Young Man. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better. Friday, July 16, 2010. Ashes of Youth: Chapter 7.1. The second thing I remember from my first day of Kindergarten was playing on a jungle gym and running full blast, I clotheslined myself on a steel bar. My first day of high-school, I don’t think I knew anyone ‘cept a few who went to Carr School. Posted by it is. Labels: sometimes people dont fall from the sky but they certainly seem to.
