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About Me

a fiend, if fiends speak truth; if angels burn by their own generous completely light, an angel; or (as various worlds he'll spurn rather than fail immeasurable fate) coward, clown, traitor, idiot, dreamer, beast - such was a poet and shall be is....From the Life of Poetry by Muriel Rukeyser: Belief has its structures, and its symbols change. Its tradition changes. All the relationships within these forms are inter-dependent. We look at the symbols, we hope to read them, we hope for sharing and communication. Sometimes it is there at once, we find it before the words arrive, as in the gesture of John Brown, or the communication of a great actor-dancer, whose gesture and attitude will tell us before his speech adds meaning from another source. Sometimes it rises in us sleeping, evoked by the images of dream, recognized in the blood. The buried voices carry a ground music; they have indeed lived the life of our people. In times of perversity and stress and sundering, it may be a life inverted, the poet who leaps from the ship into the sea; on the level of open belief, it will be the life of the tribe. In subjugated peoples, the poet emerges as prophet. (pg. 96)

My Interests

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The Mayans

My Blog

Radical Face - Sleepwalking

I fell asleep in the chair by the fireplaceAnd I woke up in the kitchen sinkWith an umbrella full of holes overtop my head andI fell asleep on the table with your picture in handAnd I woke up in the c...
Posted by on Sat, 30 May 2009 14:51:00 GMT

Collecting that paper...

So I know you wonder. I know you care. I can feel your breathe in my ear sometimes - but you are tangibly no where near. And I'm too scared to run back to you. Again. Battles over - long gone day. Be...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 10:20:00 GMT

[To] Gypsies,

reality is often the exact opposite of appearance...When approached directly, they show a total disregard for consistency.... - Jan Yoors , The Gypsies
Posted by on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 11:56:00 GMT

Amazing Grace

It is truly amazing. All this grace... So this is where I am at - transitioning again. Sometimes it is like I am on top of the wave before it registers in me that I have entered the water....
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 22:27:00 GMT

Sins Of Omission

Never and Always lying with each other in truth. How does that sound to you?
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 12:14:00 GMT

Junkyard Juxtaposed

Push, push, pull apart. bombs exploding blowing up barricades in front of you. 78% water, yet full of fire earth, and wind. I want to tell you that its safe I want to tell you its ok but whenever wil...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 12:07:00 GMT

TOOL _ PARABOLA

We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment,We are choosing to be here right now. hold on, stay inside...This holy reality, this holy experience. choosing to be here in...This body...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 12:48:00 GMT

On Beach Walk

the lights flash in kaleidescope colors so part of my reality, I don't have to run chemical tests. but, it's our nature - to hide in characters even when the masks are off. I'm becoming habitual...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 08:18:00 GMT

Roads

This is what is not known - the relativity of energybeginning, inertia,igniting, gravity at all.Oh, the grave differencein the slight wrist,the Glory Box evidenceAbhorr, adorethe missing langua...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 17:05:00 GMT

86 days and nights

Life is good. I took this stress survey tonight at a class I have to go to and it was interesting. I've changed so much... and more without realizing it. I had to pause on ...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 17:26:00 GMT