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goldlike beams the eye of the giver

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About Me

i am the apostrophe where the missing letter should be you can't count on me to be complete i'm just filling in temporarily i am an effigy i resemble something else entirely i am my very own allegory sitting on the shoulder of a giant i whisper things not too particularly im an artist i am a trapeze i am a beggar and i could use some change please or does anyone here know alchemy could you turn the lead i've written down into gold before i get too old if i may be so bold i scratch my skin untill i bleed and then i scratch off my list of needs i am all of these things and if the end justifies the means well then i guess my eulogy will by my apology.

My Interests

Old; and Alt (German) Old "Alt" originally meant, "Grown up"; the participle of "growing"; related to "Alan," which meant, "to grow" but no longer exists in modern German. In Old English, the word "Alan" was also used in this same sense of growing or nourishing. Related to the Latin "alt" meaning "high."

I'd like to meet:

who else?

Music:

i'd prefer to make it but i'll take it

Movies:

fall

Television:

what emerson said of montaigne is true of whitman too: if you cut his words, they will bleed," for they are vascular and alive." whitman's poetry describes our anatomical reality. In the mirror of his art, we see the stark fact of our own improbability. Feeling from flesh? Soul from body? Body from soul? our existence makes no sense, we live inside a contradiction. whitman exposes this truth and then in the very next sentence, accepts it. his only answer is that there is no answer. "i and this mystery, here we stand," whitman once said, and that pretty much says it all. yet the acceptance of contradiction has its own consequences. as randall jarrell wrote in an essay on whitman, "when you recognize one of the contradictory elements out of your work of art, you are getting rid not just of it, but of the contradiction of which make them able to represent us-as logical and methodical generalizations cannot-our worlds and our selves, which are full of contradictions." by trusting his experience, no matter how paradoxical it might seem, whitman discovered our anatomical reality. despite the constant calls for his censure, he never doubted the wisdom of his art. "now i see it's true what i guess'd at," whitman wrote in "song of myself." what he guessed at, of course, is that the soul is made of flesh. jonah lehrer from 'proust was a neuroscientist'

Books:

just finished the harry potter series and i think i will coast off of that for a bit

Heroes:

emperor norton I, emperor of these united states and holy protector of mexico. for real. he was a stand up guy.

My Blog

syrup part II

The great divination began as the creator created another pot of coffee, sat and pondered for a while where and when things went wrong. One of the harem girls comes over and sits down distracting ...
Posted by goldlike beams the eye of the giver on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 07:45:00 PST

syrup is the devil in french

...and so the unravelling of the universe began in an out-of-the way coffee shop on the eastern seaboard of the continental U.S. when a short frumpy woman resembling a frog wearing glasses asked ...
Posted by goldlike beams the eye of the giver on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 03:40:00 PST

love and war (latest lyrics)

slowly tearing the shrouds off of heavenly objects no one objects because we are all objects and we have to choose between driving and staring at the heavens lights open up the mouths of clouds and la...
Posted by goldlike beams the eye of the giver on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 04:24:00 PST

sodom and epsilon

beware the letter E it's star spangled and it dangles much like a feather from skin much like an ornament from new leaves which became our teeth in this new system the animal is unleashed the lust gl...
Posted by goldlike beams the eye of the giver on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 04:36:00 PST

the study of ants

so to roe and wade and all the other slaves fish eggs and legs swaying through waves rolled up sleaves to the elbows and jeans to the knee see ro is czech for menial penned by a poet don't we know it...
Posted by goldlike beams the eye of the giver on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 03:24:00 PST

false idling part II: collections of digressions or the digression session

desired devotion.wanton needs. oh dreams oh dreams, stop coming please. ache in my spleen. pilfer my sliver of silver sleaves.chimneys stack smoke and steam. rivers erode, bathe yourself clean. e...
Posted by goldlike beams the eye of the giver on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 09:22:00 PST

false idling part I: digressions and interruptions

false idling part I: digressions and interruptions I have an addiction my mind's subscription so simple and carnal I'll never admit it though, within these words i might reveal it and within these w...
Posted by goldlike beams the eye of the giver on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 02:56:00 PST

everything i have to say about eyes

how do you stare into someone's eyes? no, fer serious. i really want to know how people stare into eachother's eyes. do you stare at both at the same time, or just one at a time. ive always felt that ...
Posted by goldlike beams the eye of the giver on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 05:24:00 PST

alan questions vegatarianism

first of all, i dont see how i could ever eat meat again, it just looks gross. but i find myself second guessing my decision of seven years now all the time. im not gonna lie, the smell of cooked meat...
Posted by goldlike beams the eye of the giver on Sun, 10 Dec 2006 02:37:00 PST

okay, so i'll try again

I SAID: paul mooney, who writes for david chapelle, is officially no longer using what he'll now refer to as the 'n' word or the 'b' word. well, so what the fuck do you think about that, god people, i...
Posted by goldlike beams the eye of the giver on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 03:05:00 PST