January 2012
1 post
Cleanse
I tried to wash your presence away,
To let the water again make me pure.
But how to forgot I fear I know not
So the only thing of which I am sure
Is that yet you still remain.
I scratch at skin to tear your kisses away
But my fervor is in vain
Because yet you still remain.
I washed more than mere memories
Down the whirlpool and drain
But yet you still remain.
As it nears...
December 2011
1 post
“I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color...”
– Charles Bukowski
November 2011
5 posts
April 2011
1 post
March 2011
1 post
“Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: will our...”
– Odysseus from Troy
February 2011
4 posts
The Splendor Falls
The splendor falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story;
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going!
O, sweet and far from cliff and scar
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Blow,...
Pursuits
You are rugged dexterity—
My dear, my sweet, my faint divine—
You swerve from temptress to severity,
From strict azure to cloudless cline,
I am left questioning: I am left a mute.
If in hunt I could use your cold skewer;
On love’s carnage we would feast.
But I am left in chase—a pursuer,
Oscillating between man and beast;
I am left paramount: I am left a brute.
You have a delicious...
December 2010
1 post
“Cogito Ergo Sum / I think, therefore I am”
– Rene Descartes
November 2010
11 posts
“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.”
– Vladimir Nabokov
“His eyes were on me when he said pole- dance.”
I was fortunate enough to go see Interpol last...
October 2010
2 posts
Vendetta
It seems I dream of anarchy—of an even deeper shade—
Yet, as soon as I had the thought, I lightly let it fade.
But it left an aftertaste: a lingering in my head,
It made me reek of metal, and it plagued my tongue with lead.
I aim to shine and scream a flare; beckon with fire’s charms,
I beat a welcome rhythm on a drum with just my arms.
Scold the sky for holding the sun and not letting it...
Eloisa to Abelard
How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d; Labour and rest, that equal periods keep; “Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;” Desires compos’d, affections ever ev’n, Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav’n....
September 2010
1 post
August 2010
3 posts
Pioneers! O Pioneers!
Come my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers!
For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!
O you youths, Western youths, So impatient, full of action, full of...
July 2010
3 posts
1 tag
Erik Satie - Gnossiene 1. Lent
Sounds Of Death...
June 2010
17 posts
“A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at.”
– Oscar Wilde
Dead Muse
The fear lies in the question of if she’s a flighty creature-
This source of the mind’s certainty it can level all the earth-
The mystery of how she works is her defining feature,
And the result is a fierce creation of infinite mirth.
The duration that she stays makes a blossoming core of Art,
And leaves no conceivable question to her worth or presence,
This invented sublime is of you no divisible...
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me...
Mount Wroclai
You cannot hear it, but it is there, silent accordion in air,
Her feet make passes on tepid ground, as she recalls its doleful sound.
The fog disperses numbing glare, as the whips crack and the tight skins tear.
There, by the edge; where the black chars abound, she recalls its doleful sound.
There was no evidence of a trumpet’s shriek; no melody, soft…meek,
Yet on her face there was such fierce...
