Meaninglessness... |
It occurs to me that something inherently meaningless can be made meaningful by the acknowledgement of its meaninglessness. If I say for instance, "This statement describes itself, and thus has no m...
Posted by Matt on Sat, 30 Sep 2006 11:40:00 PST |
The Ice |
A frozen veil descended while we slept coating groaning trees in cryogenic stillness.I went into the worldamidst the slumber forcedon nature byits own designand discoveredtimesettling on everythingin ...
Posted by Matt on Thu, 23 Nov 2006 10:03:00 PST |
More on meaninglessness... |
If I were to say, "This sentence is a lie," it renders itself unfathomable, because it becomes neither a lie or the truth. It's a lie because it's not a lie. It's validity has been rendered null by th...
Posted by Matt on Sat, 30 Sep 2006 02:58:00 PST |
Rain to come |
Prayin prayin prayin
for the rain to come
and wash all of my hopes and fears into a
cool, clear water.
Hoping for another day to pass
into what we remembered
way before the time
before that ti...
Posted by Matt on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 09:17:00 PST |
Isolation Bubble |
before I got a new
isolation bubble
that had a contained atmosphere
I swam in the waves
of reflected sun
rebounding off the innards of the earth...
Posted by Matt on Sat, 05 Aug 2006 08:52:00 PST |
shadows |
Time is langorous and weighty,
building inverse mountains
while I creep into the long
slow fountain of living,
a tiny insect martyred
on the thick threads of carpet
looming and leering down
upon us.
...
Posted by Matt on Wed, 05 Jul 2006 11:24:00 PST |
no flowers |
There's no flowers
to photograph
in the fall;
they've all melted away
like the feelings of another day.
But in the warm snow
falling in latent drops
of a cold afternoon melted past,
we st...
Posted by Matt on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 10:01:00 PST |
When it's too late |
Everything seems right until
the right thing emerges from
the undone, unsaid when it's too late.
In the complications of our always moving,
everything is hard to find amidst
the brambles of a...
Posted by Matt on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 09:52:00 PST |
in wisps |
Feelings fall in wisps and disappear before they touch the earth. Thoughts alight on lips but turn in fear and run before their birth.
Posted by Matt on Mon, 06 Feb 2006 09:26:00 PST |
ode to the purple hue in the sky on my way to work |
Good morning, purple sky, Soft relief to a weary eye, From sleep I crawled to travel wisps That lingered in the lips and fingers of a memory ...
Posted by Matt on Mon, 30 Jan 2006 09:08:00 PST |
