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I WILL NOW PROCEED TO ENTANGLE THE ENTIRE AREA
“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.” – Charles Bukowski
The following is a statement from Mark Rothko, about the hurricane you step into if you decide to dedicate yourself to the creative life. It is painful, it is excruciating, it is ecstasy. (Believe at your own will)
THEY SAY:
1. To us [...]
Posted in B.L.O.G Big Long Open Gash, Favourites Also tagged Necromancy, Of An Artist's Interest, witches 7 Comments
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL (BREAKING NEWS)
I flew from New York City to Los Angeles in a jet listening for Henry Miller’s music of the spheres coming in from the cosmos. I found myself out of the window, out of myself, over the wide great skin of America’s Belly Middle. Not out of the ether, but out of my mind – [...]
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THE LIZARD’S VELVET HAND
Wanderers this morning came by,
Where did they go,
Graceful in the morning light,
To banner fair,
To follow you softly,
In the cold mountain air.
Jesse,
I don’t know what I have done
I’m turning myself into a demon.
I don’t know what I have done
I’m turning myself into a demon.*
Loneliness definitely has a face and she stared at me along with all [...]
Posted in B.L.O.G Big Long Open Gash, Why Do You Write? Also tagged Big Long Open Gash, China Town, Fleet Foxes, lizards, men, New York, Warmth 2 Comments
FRACTAL REFLECTIONS OF REALITY FACETS
“I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I’m saying” – Oscar Wilde
Tobacco, leather and white lace, a dirty butter knife on the arm rest, black and purple bite marks and a french ash tray. This is where I am now, in a state of hard luck. I am [...]
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VICTORIOUS:
Au Bibliotheque du Henri Miller
“What literature needs most to tell and investigate today are humanity’s basic fears: the fear of being left outside, and the fear of counting for nothing, and the feelings of worthlessness that come with such fears; the collective humiliations, vulnerabilities, slights, grievances, sensitivities and imagined insults.”
From ‘Life, Words’ in [...]
ONE LAST GASHING RUSH
The questions burn and you sit there alone, and I sit here with two people. The cloud edges towards a new noon. The fish swim still, and all the paper cuttings lie shred on the wood. The skins break, the souls tear, my unknowing knows, my knowing doesn’t. I have no answers and too many [...]
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