blog.isism.org » Thoughts http://blog.isism.org The isism.org blog, aka Everything Else. Wed, 28 Dec 2011 00:36:03 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 Ode to Nighthawks http://blog.isism.org/2011/12/27/ode-to-nighthawks/ http://blog.isism.org/2011/12/27/ode-to-nighthawks/#comments Wed, 28 Dec 2011 00:36:03 +0000 nullifidian http://blog.isism.org/?p=86 Q: Is this a late lunch or an early dinner?
A: There is no such thing as an early dinner. Night is limitless.

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What did everyone do after I left?
Tell me everything.
Fill in the gaps.
Seep into my empty spaces.
Pour it all out
So I miss nothing.

]]> http://blog.isism.org/2011/09/01/separation/feed/ 0 After the play http://blog.isism.org/2011/08/26/after-the-play/ http://blog.isism.org/2011/08/26/after-the-play/#comments Fri, 26 Aug 2011 11:33:57 +0000 nullifidian http://blog.isism.org/?p=74 This campus, this hill, is now a foggy ghost land. The universe is shut out tonight. I can now have my blurry intimacy with the immediate acre. Happy zombies are heard chattering down the hill, into the parking lot. No sound escapes into the atmosphere. Lambent, locked university buildings that I wander lonesomely among, you are glorious and murderous on a foggy night! Desolate relics of daytime productivity are no protection from nighttime ghouls. Surprising architecture lurks in the fog: courtyards, terraces, sunken, raised, hidden, circular, landscaped, staircased, immaculately laid out but incomprehensible under this shroud. Deliberate staging ground for an invasion of body-snatchers. Large red glows light the drifting fog. Everyone else on Earth is dead and buried here. Yet I expect to spy a train hissing slowly through the interstices of these lifeless buildings.

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]]> http://blog.isism.org/2008/12/10/artist/feed/ 0 Lexical Impotence http://blog.isism.org/2008/02/08/lexical-impotence/ http://blog.isism.org/2008/02/08/lexical-impotence/#comments Fri, 08 Feb 2008 07:21:16 +0000 nullifidian http://blog.isism.org/2008/02/08/lexical-impotence/ I enunciate how special Boston was to me.
You nod.
Lip-curve!
Eyebrow-furrow!
Feed on my bones
And I shall still elude.
Clueless curvy cathether!
Too deep I fester,
For your nose to curl.

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November 15, 2007. Last furnished night in apartment. Enjoying my last two movies. Tomorrow is my last night.

It’s a wet night, cloudy. Tall buildings across the river release customary mysterious steam from rooftops. Steam glows in beams of light, unites with clouds. Atmosphere of benevolent doom. Noir. Art Deco. No sign of life. Only lights and self-propelled cars. This is my Boston. My New York, my Los Angeles, my London. Xanadu.

Will I have the perpetually itinerant life I want? Or will I settle down, raise a brood? A good night to contemplate that question. It’s lonely as the moon up here. Desolate moondust filters through the sieve of my years.

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The meaning
Of this poem.
Yes, let’s!

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dance code poetry radiate splash paint.
spasm nostalgia create die flame gym.
pump iron contract the cosmos powerful like a supernova multiplied by itself.
ten god times.
fame sex orgy crush kittens. but be good.
i sweep creation. i span existence. i be all. i crush meaning.
contract memories deep sweet happenings crystallized.
my life is more beautiful than yours. my life is perfect.
truth highest? hah! truth is jackshit. way too many turtles. truth is a lowly turtle.
be my own blood! yes! COURSE through me!
give my food. nourish. erase pain. make you JOYful.
agenda-less dance.
wa wa wa… stupid vocal language. smash verbal, violence speaks truly.

How can one get maximally honest?
Damn that Fellini.
I was going to make 8½, the maximally honest movie.

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