Take hold of the ambiguity! Embrace the absurdityof it all! So long as we end, in our lives we have a choice./Intelligence is not a fact of age but of an understanding of the finiteness of it all. Like a large body of water there is no life without plunging, a bit of drowning, no revolution without passion, no light without dark./Pour les hommes: vous tes tous outils.
Pour les dames: nous sommes les madonnas originaux, les putains originales; nous sommes les donateurs de la vie, les tueurs des bebes./Numbers and close-mindedness confuse me like morning-after bruises. Where did they come from? Why must they exist?/Toronto is the coziest city I have ever known. If ever you are a lucky bastard enough to go to Paris, check out the Metro; lines and scribbles where people actually walk and drive, in anger and in lust./The infiniteness of your experience will make you feel alone. The finiteness of your life is what unites you with every other soul./Falling in love is falling out of love with yourself at that same moment you realize that the world is merely yourself and that it is better to fall in love with the world instead. Heartache always includes self-hate./I fantasize about dead guys more than I do about living guys; in fact, my soulmate is Charlie Chaplin./Most importantly I am a poet. I write POMES of all sizes, some as medicine, as weapon, as vehicle to challenge all forms of complicity, as another way to dance. In fact, I'm Toronto's Junior Poet Laureate. I write pomes on the page, I perform pomes on the stage. The ones you read in books you can take with you since they come from the love below. The ones I perform tend to be geared towards getting over myself so as not to write out of luxury but out of the necessity of my existence in relation to that of my community. There are very few things in this world that are not a matter of politics, consequences of multiple histories being told as one dialogue from the West. I am the least English-like English major you'll meet as I am of mixed ancestry -- Italian, Egyptian, and Ethiopian -- the ORIGINAL [hot] people of the world. So if you want to know me, learn your grammar, foo'. And make sure you can top the hotness that is dis right heea./I love Prince./Coherence in contradiction expresses the greater force of desire./This journal is about you./xxxp.s. I was born in the wrong decade./
p.p.s. all I wear to bed is Chanel no5.
p.p.p.s. I wouldn't embark on any poetic venture or pick up a brush or bust a move and live for the love which fills/kills us all unless I was in love with the whole damn thing. Which I am. Even on bad days.
