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thom dunn

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About Me


"I stopped needing to save the world," she said. "Saving is what misers do."

My Interests

Adventures, comic books, rock n roll, guitars, poetry, fine cinematic masterpieces, awful cinematic trash, theater, vintage video games, Ireland, Irish literature, beaches and oceans, playgrounds and swingsets, bridges, breezes in the wind, night time, positivity, saving the world, religion, divinity inherent in mankind, good beer, and only good beer, gin and tonics, and not wine (unless boxed and slapped), art, the artist, and the artistic process, ultimate frisbee, biking, hating Nazis, high fives and stage dives, the air in the early morning (although I'm rarely awake to experience it), a well-made bed (although I never make mine), subcultures, countercultures, and not being involved in them, being alive, comic books, chivalry, absurdism, surrealism, existentialism, magical realism, post-nowism, prisms, pretentious -isms, clever wordplay, being generally offensive and not really meaning it, saying what I mean, meaning what I say, being intentionally vague, paradoxes, being awesome, fiction suits, leisure suits, pinstripe suits, not wearing pants, Glossolalia, synthesizers, guitars, rock n roll, and saving the world.

I'd like to meet:

You again. And only you, ever again.

Music:



Always: Weezer, Ted Leo, Wilco, Velvet Underground, Belle and Sebastian, Mates of State, The Beatles, Radiohead, Jason Robert Brown, Built To Spill, Ben Folds, Beck, OK Go, The Ramones, They Might Be Giants, The Zombies, Motion City Soundtrack, The Arcade Fire, Van Halen, The Kinks, Comeback Kid, Reel Big Fish, The Queers, Beach Boys, Fall Out Boy, Dismemberment Plan, At The Drive-In, The Cars, Midtown, Brand New, 2 Skinnee J's, Fiona Apple, Coheed and Cambria, Spring Heeled Jack, The Monkees, 7 Seconds, The Hippos, John Coltrane, The Impossibles, Foo Fighters, The Plus Ones, Kanye West, Queen, The Living End, Jimmy Eat World, The Pixies, Beulah, Elvis Costello, Cursive, Mr. T Experience, Ella Fitzgerald, Bloc Party, The Descendents, Operation Ivy, Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Cheap Trick, Piebald, Mars Volta, Northstar, Outkast, Say Anything, Alkaline Trio, Mighty Purple, Fugazi, The Rolling Stones, Ben Kweller, Less Than Jake, Minor Threat, Talib Kweli, Rancid, Kevin Devine, Django Reinhardt, Hot Rod Circuit, Elliott Smith, George and Ira Gershwin, The Doors, Polaris, Andrew WK, The Cure, Sufjan Stevens, Saves The Day, Black Eyed Peas, The Rentals, Head Automatica, Frank Sinatra, The Clash, Neutral Milk Hotel

Movies:

Army of Darkness. Kill Bill. Annie Hall. Fight Club. Chasing Amy. Clerks. Blazing Saddles. Pulp Fiction. Eternal Sunshine. Bill and Ted. I heart Huckabees. Comic Book Movies.

Television:

Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Firefly, Pete and Pete, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, The Tick, Clone High, Heroes, The Prisoner, and the X-Files.

Books:

Comic Pull List: Y the Last Man; Astonishing/Uncanny/Adjectiveless X-Men; Amazing/Sensational Spider-Man; 52; Cable & Deadpool; Wolverine; X-Factor; The New Avengers; Fell; Buffy Season 8; Immortal Iron Fist; Captain America; Young Avengers; Batman; GI Joe America's Elite; generally anything that Grant Morrison, Warren Ellis, or Joss Whedon touches, although Brubaker and Carey have got me roped in as of late. Other graphic novels: Watchmen; V for Vendetta; Transmetropolitan; The Invisibles; The Sentry Literarily speaking: The Game; Dune; The Art of War; Fight Club; Tao Te Ching; Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man; Catcher in the Rye; Endgame; Death of a Salesman; Angels in America; plays and poetry moreso than novels (my passion for writing is clearly over powered by my inability to handle too many words on a page at a time), especially Tom Stoppard, James Joyce, Sam Beckett, Phillip Dick, and Shakespeare. Basically, not Charles Dickens, by any means.

Heroes:

Spider-Man and Stephen Dedalus. I'm not even kidding.

My Blog

St. Elsewhere

at half past work is over timeto watch the changing guardsas they dance their canine caresaway, or hide the smoke of truthfrom pairs of pale men, pocketslined, to brown bags hidingclosing time's desir...
Posted by thom dunn on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 02:18:00 PST

(Manifest Destiny) Easter, 1988

I threw myself from churchyard stepsabout eight hundred forty seven daysinto my life; though I tried, I couldnot hear my mother cry above the soundof cracking bones colliding with the concrete.I never...
Posted by thom dunn on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 10:00:00 PST

Scenes from a Reflecting Pool

I've prayed that I could find the kind of placethat separates the church and hate, butstained glass symptoms tell the sameold stories that I've known since I was four--Will he still bear this cross al...
Posted by thom dunn on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 10:02:00 PST

Viper

Winter's wicked claws tear across myface; they draw no blood, but shred my skinuntil I fall awakeinside a doorway, in a city,under blankets torn and oldI am choked by dirt and wormsbut still protected...
Posted by thom dunn on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 09:59:00 PST

Roxie

I press my fingers delicatelyagainst your auburn skin;Oh, to taste the steel,mahogany, and sweat:Ivory and ebony inhabiting her ears,where the stabbing sharps and numbing flatsare natural as far I can...
Posted by thom dunn on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 09:58:00 PST

Lovers’ Walk

I've turned my back on the worldand now I'll try to keep you safefrom the tryant rain of Independence day;We'll watch the sky explode above the hospital,and I'll think of all the things that I can say...
Posted by thom dunn on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 09:57:00 PST

An Ode to Alfred Packer

We always eat our youngWe always eat our youngWe've found a way to sharpen fangsOn our own flesh and bloodWe always eat our loveWe always eat our loveSwallow heads to (h)our glassystomaches when they ...
Posted by thom dunn on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 07:26:00 PST

number nine.

Click. Armed. Or was it his arm? He isn't surebut swears he feels the impact. Somehow,he knows just how it feels to be the hammer,with just one chance to pound the metal casingand send a bullet to whe...
Posted by thom dunn on Mon, 14 May 2007 02:07:00 PST

(quis custodiet ipsos custod?)

he softly watches her walkaway, her nimble toes andstunted heels directing heracross the interstate.she's headed north with nodelay, and he just waits andwatches as she walks away.he knows at least a ...
Posted by thom dunn on Mon, 14 May 2007 06:57:00 PST

Sibilance and Sustenance

Pressing plastic grips against my fingertips, I watch my right hand twitch as thoughts and lines andwords and signs, like shrapnel, scatter through my skulluntil this pulpy flesh is covered black and ...
Posted by thom dunn on Mon, 14 May 2007 06:56:00 PST