ANYTHING THAT INTERESTS THE MASSES, WHAT SPARKS YOU? WHAT INFLUENCES YOU? WHAT MAKES LIFE WORTH LIVING? I WANT TO KNOW. WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL FUCKING ALIVE INSIDE? _______? IS THAT ENOUGH? ARE YOU SATISFIED WITH THAT? IS THERE ENOUGH TIME IN THE DAY? I WANT MORE. DON'T YOU?
TWITCHERS
THE SOMBER. THE SOUND OF BURNING LOSS. THE SOUND OF UNCERTAIN PASSION. THE SOUND OF WINTER. THE SOUND OF WATER, LOGS IN THE WATER, AND THEIR RELATION AND BEING. THE SOUND OF TOTAL FUCKING BLISS. CRICKETS. A POOL DRAIN. HEAVY SNOW GATHERING. CRACKLING FIRE. AN ACOUSTIC GUITAR WITH PICCOLO ACCOMPAINMENT. AN INFILTRATION. A DISTRACTION. AN ARGUEMENT. RENEWAL.
WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? ON THE TOILET? AMONG THE DEATHBED OF ANOTHER? IN THE DREAM WHERE YOU WERE TALKING TO SETH GREEN? IN THE DREAM WHERE EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER WITNESSED AND LOVED FLASHED BEFORE YOUR EYES LIKE BEING TRAPPED UNDER A WATERFALL OF NATURAL BEAUTY AFTER ITS BEEN RAINING IN AN AREA THAT NEVER RAINS FOR 16 HOURS? AND THE SUN IS BEAMING THRU THE CLOUDS? AND LIFE IS NEW?
THE LAST TIME I WITNESSED A BROADCAST OF SORTS WAS WHEN I WITNESSED A MEETING BETWEEN MICHEAL J. FOX AND A ROBOOT THAT THE FELLOW FROM DIFFERNT STROKES HAD MADE FROM HIS OWN LOVE. THE CHARACTER THE FELLOW FROM DIFFERENT STROKES WAS PORTRAYING WAS FORCED TO SHUT DOWN HIS HOMEMADE AUTOMATON FRIEND AS A SACRIFICE FOR A HUMAN FRIEND (MICHEAL J.FOX). INTENSE-CITY. NEVER TO RETURN.
BURNED, NOT BY MY OWN HAND. CAN YOU HELP.
EZRA POUND & THE FOUNDER OF CIRCUS AND HIT PARADER MAGAZINE.