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Jesse

Yeah, mind-bottling. You know, when things are so crazy it gets your thoughts all trapped, like in a

About Me

Check out my original songs at my music site! Hope you like them: http://www.myspace.com/citymind

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!” ~Kerouac

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

a wandering Buddha

Television:

got rid of the thing. Play baseball. go to poetry readings. play music. insert self in ideal life.

Heroes:

Walt Whitman

My Blog

Tin Types

TIN TYPES  You were already searched over, shoes gone,A discharged rifled musket at your side.Your hands tightly clenched, still crushing the smoke,Hanging in the wake of southern retrea...
Posted by Jesse on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 08:14:00 PST

Tommy Johnson

TOMMY JOHNSON His guitar case drags behind him,Leaving a soft-spoken side winding trail,Stirring unseen dust in the Georgia night.Head hanging low,He struggles to keep watch...
Posted by Jesse on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 08:06:00 PST

Synaotic Connections

So in a random search I stumbled on thsi guy's artwork. Absolutely amazing. click on his link of synaptic connections.http://www.bernardbarnes.co.uk
Posted by Jesse on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 11:44:00 PST

Jack Kerouac's Rules of Spontaneous Prose

1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy 2. Submissive to everything, open, listening 3. Try never get drunk outside yr own...
Posted by Jesse on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 08:41:00 PST

Midtown Monarch

The monarch looked lost on 5th avenuethis late in the season, but weather suggested there was still time to danceand float on October 80s, strange wind currentsin between highrisesthe orange blurred i...
Posted by Jesse on Thu, 05 Oct 2006 02:54:00 PST

Robert Creeley

Echo (by Robert Creeley) It was never simple to wait, to sit quiet. Was there still another way round, a distance to go as if an echo hung in the air before one was heard, before a word had been said...
Posted by Jesse on Thu, 08 Jun 2006 10:56:00 PST