(musings from an upstart crow)
Seven Line Poem Endymion’s a restless dreamer Stormtossed coffin bound in raging moonlight Cold skin, warm lips,heart full of nails Your Sleeping Beauty’s a boy tonight That Siren sweet singing will never raise the dead But the song is a prayer and his breathing is steady And the night smells like Hyacinth and miracles… (detritus)(poetica)(myth)(opinion)(divination)
Four of Wands (Completion): A chance to rest and rejoice, having successfully resolved a matter of great import. The initial success of a business venture or creative project. The blossoming of a friendship or romantic relationship. Conclusions drawn based on hard won experience. Spiritual, material, or emotional rewards for diligent effort. May suggest marriage, childbirth, … Read more
…simple neglect. I ask very, very little. That doesn’t mean I want nothing. So maybe I’ve got it all wrong. Maybe I should stop being so easy going and understanding and then I won’t ever be in a position to be treated like a doormat again. Maybe failure to be demanding is essentially saying to … Read more
There’s an episode of “Friends” in which one of the characters is so frightened by a Stephen King novel that the book has to be put in the freezer. A friend of mine told me recently that they threw a copy of “The Shining” into the desert because it bothered them that much. While I … Read more
Once upon a time there was a monk who was in service to a high priest. He was married and had children. One summer day, this man accompanied his master to Mii temple. It was a hot day and he was sleepy so he took a nap in a hidden corner in the hall of … Read more
…I have too much on my plate.
Baby’s an amnesiac and never ever calls you back you could die tonight of a heart attack amnesiac lover would never discover might confuse you with another tells the same stories tells the same stories tells the same stories a hundred times a day
Wanted: some sort of divine being or pantheon or mythical entity I can invoke to solve my immediate concerns just to the degree that I can cope with them and reverse my sour luck. Vengeful Father Gods and crucified martyrs need not apply. The proper candidate will enjoy my songs and praises and libations as … Read more
“The butcher the baker and the baseline maker say you can leave her I can take her you spend your whole life like a minute or two later one day it’s gonna and sooner than greater…oh, what would the loved ones say, what would the loved ones say?”
“I’m gonna ask you the question people always ask me…what do you do? Show me don’t tell me. Send me something you’ve written (fiction, poetics, obscenely verbose ranting, I don’t care) or digital photos or scanned art or some music you’ve recorded or whatever else you do that’s creative other than things of a tactile … Read more