blog.isism.org http://blog.isism.org The isism.org blog, aka Everything Else. Sat, 28 Apr 2012 12:00:30 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 Dream (August 21st 2008) http://blog.isism.org/2012/04/28/dream-august-21st-2008/ http://blog.isism.org/2012/04/28/dream-august-21st-2008/#comments Sat, 28 Apr 2012 12:00:30 +0000 nullifidian http://blog.isism.org/?p=89 driving
navigating
turn
bridge
barricade (pipes)
all over bridge
drive through
lights in canyon below
mesas lit up
barricade to keep secret
keep driving on bridge
S. sees sign for ‘heaven’
turns towards it
car goes through barrier, falling into canyon
keeps falling, stone/brick wall getting closer
no end
car now a train
i’m in driver’s cockpit looking at wall getting closer ad infinitum
i realize this will never end
then look around, see i’m alone
dead rat to give me company
thought: ‘great, stuck in infinity alone’
start moving toward back of train
cross bogies using vestibule
curtain around vestibule flapping
see S. walking along train outside
says he decided to do that, easier
see car pulling to an intercsection ahead of us
realize we are in inhabited town
come to crossing of oka and some other street
some young kid realizes significance, something to do with a baseball record
i toss a ball to an animal (chipmunk or something)
ball hits it, provokes immediate sound from it
it tosses ball back and we play for a bit
then large mansion on other side of street
some child walks out
i start asking him questions, insistent
security guards come out of mansion gates, make for us
cop cars with sirens/lights also coming towards us
someone doesn’t want us to find out the truth about infinity
i levitate furiously to escape

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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/2009/04/23/horror/feed/ 0 Artist http://blog.isism.org/2008/12/10/artist/ http://blog.isism.org/2008/12/10/artist/#comments Wed, 10 Dec 2008 18:58:15 +0000 nullifidian http://blog.isism.org/2008/12/10/artist/ I am an artist. My medium is thought.

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Wordle

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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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