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Aaron

I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends and Networking

About Me

A lit geek to the nth degree, and an artist down to my bootsoles.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Anyone interested in books, philosophy, religion, art, and music. Anyone who babbles passionately and fearlessly, even when no one has a clue what they're on about. Anyone who thinks great conversation is the acme of hip. Anyone whose dream date involves driving to the middle of nowhere with Pink Moon on the stereo. Anyone immune to my incessant chain smoking. Anyone who's ever felt the world has gone out of it's bloody mind.

My Blog

Poem in Wartime

Sunlight dapples a hill of corpses heaped in homage to the ambivalent aesthetics of war.   One must repel beauty at all costs.
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jul 2008 14:03:00 GMT

Here Be Dragons

In a shrinking world, they huddle at the core:gnashing teeth, droolingfor a bite of Google Earth.
Posted by on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 00:44:00 GMT

Prequel

Before Godzilla met Bambi, he met Ghandiwith much the same result. But I wonder ifin that split infinite secondbetween the onedeath and the other, Ghandi might have gamboledinto Bambi's guiltless body...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 23:18:00 GMT

Haiku

Shaved cue-ball bald,the pendulous nut sack swingsbackward to childhood.The above is missing a syllable in the first line. Lazy American me. This comes, by the way, from a prompt that Ryan Ski gave at...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 14:02:00 GMT

Why I Quit My MFA But Cant Quit Writing Poetry

THERE'S THE RUBEnvying young poets the rageYou wish you could reverse your nightAnd wake up days upon their page As old as them, as debut-bright.To feel the jolt when words go right,To suddenly hold e...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 00:53:00 GMT

Which Came First, the Chicken or the Degree?

In his essay "Politics and the English Language," George Orwell points out that abstraction can degrade the sense of a sentence as thoroughly as syntax errors. So, for fun, and as a kind of parody or ...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 00:48:00 GMT

Poem For (Anonymous)

Where the cicadas' chirpmerges with the music hummingfrom my iPod and the sky sags blue above bamboo lke a tarp,I pace my particular path, scratching my heels through the grass,whose blades lean and b...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 00:24:00 GMT

The Idea of Order at Sea Gaia

Shore on the shore of the actual sea, your wave pool's pale, unpalatableflattery fails to con even the gullibletechno-touristthose early adapterscued to marvel every mimic miracle, every man made mod...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 05:48:00 GMT

Deckard Was A Replicant

I've already posted this basic message as a bulletin, but I've just linked one of the Deckard songs to this page, so I feel the need to reiterate and explain just what on earth Deckard Was A Replicant...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 18:23:00 GMT

Toto-logy

I'm a regular reader and relatively frequent comment poster on my father's blog (called Toto, for reasons explained on the site) at http://rabbirami.blogspot.com/It struck me tonight, while I was read...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 00:57:00 GMT