Archive for March, 2010

Lame

After some schedule wonkiness in the due dates of our poems, we’re back to an every Wednesday scenario. And yes, typically I do end up writing these the morning of that Wednesday. This week’s contribution to the vast expanses of unknown and irrelevant art is What’s Cool, a reply to the poem of the same name by Mark Leidner. I don’t know if it exists in any legally reproducible way online, but I’ll find out. In short, his poem discusses what’s cool, coming to a conclusion of sorts that only those that are totally fluid in their entire belief structure are “cool.” That’s the way I read it, at least. My piece provides my own cynical, hypocritical, and paradoxical view, and you’re free to enjoy it here. And, of course, the rest of my poetry can be found via the link up above, tucked away into that banner image which I really need to replace.

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I Assure You that I am a Boy

So. Ever since Courtney went and saw Wicked, I’ve been kind of investigating this whole ‘musical’ thing. The only one I’ve ever seen, at least professionally, is Spamalot, which was great. What I’ve discovered is that when an entire nation of people can break into song as convention, you end up with really, really catchy songs about weird things. Like hating people.

Long story short, I’ve had What Is This Feeling? stuck in my head for about twelve fucking hours. Somebody help me.

I Should Really Just Relax

Take one part energy drink, one part Lovecraft, one part eclectic collection of music, one part Monster a-Go-Go, one part deadline. Combine; shake well. You end up with something that technically fulfills the requirements for my ‘poetry with a visual element’ assignment. It’s called In the Not-Too-Distant Future, Somewhere in Time and Space. You’re welcome to take a look. I really hope the wall of text in it still makes sense when I’m back on a normal sleep schedule.

Unexpected Relief

I’ve worried for a while now that I’m simply not crazy enough to be a good artist. Hemingway killed himself, Dickenson was a recluse, even Jerry Holkins is on antidepressants. I’m in a happy relationship and not suicidal, so I’ve worried that I don’t have what it takes to put out some art. Today, though, I feel better. I may not be suicidal, but I am crazy, for I have written a poem from the point of view of a Nigerian prince falling in love. And I honestly think it has potential.

It’s called Happenings in a Bar in Lagos, and you can click the title to read it on the Scribd. I don’t think it’s finished yet, but I feel like with the right word choice and audible considerations it really could be beautiful. We’ll see how much effort I can make myself put into it. In the meantime, enjoy it for what it is.