The maze of drunken perceptions had led him to the only place familiar to such a shadowed mind. He recalled little except drowning each word that rose from out his throat with alcohol. No matter, it was not as if they didn’t echoed in his head the same – Elle, why? He had made the [...]
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Stories Told to be Forgotten Part V: A Ghost Caught in the Wind
Posted in Prose Poem, Rough Draft, Short Story, Stories Told to be Forgotten, tagged Prose Poem, Short Story, Stories Told to be Forgotten on February 7, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Stories Told to Be Forgotten: Part III – On Mythology
Posted in Prose Poem, Rough Draft, Short Story, Stories Told to be Forgotten, tagged Prose Poem, Rought Draft, Short Story, Stories Told to be Forgotten on January 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The unfurling sky known only as ‘Elle’ hung over the world of things briefly as her once vertical body had become a horizontal mirror to their reality. The hanging white sky had patch work clouds made of shadows mocking the objects around the room on her back. The distant and unknown mockeries of real things [...]
Stories Told to be Forgotten: Part II – The Sky is not Alone
Posted in Prose Poem, Rough Draft, Short Story, Stories Told to be Forgotten, tagged Beginning, Genesis, Prose Poem, Rought Draft, Short Story, Stories Told to be Forgotten on January 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. In… From underneath the horizon a hand latches onto the nape of her neck. Her breathing is cut short by the emergence of another body. The life giving in and out, the gentle airy wind, now filters through another mouth. Again silence lays heavily on the world of things below the [...]
Stories Told to be Forgotten… Part I: She Awakens.
Posted in Prose Poem, Rough Draft, Short Story, Stories Told to be Forgotten, tagged Beginnings, Creation, Genesis, Prose Poetry, Rough Draft, Short Story, Woman on January 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
In the still dark universe a single bass line rhythm emerges – a metronome keeping time without light – a stable beat from which existence draws its life without the presence of beings, a primal heart beat. What little light that exists is spun from the reflection of a red-dwarf silk worm billions of miles [...]
The Brothers’ Reunion (part II)
Posted in Rough Draft, Short Story, tagged Rough Draft, Short Story on November 28, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
A burning, searing, painful light pierced the windows to the car. The smell of half-digested whiskey would induce nausea in any man not half-dead or half-drunk. Luckily the only occupant of the car happened to be both. The sun cut through the queasy blue sky and reflected off the empty fifth of Jack Daniels now [...]
Poets in a Destitute Time
But there would be, and there is, the sole necessity, by thinking our way soberly into what his poetry says, to come to learn what is unspoken. That it is the course of the history of Being. If we reach and enter that course, it will lead thinking into a dialogue with poetry, a dialogue that is of the history of Being. Scholars of literary history inevitably consider that dialogue to be unscientific violation of what such scholarship takes to be the facts. Philosophers consider that dialogue to be a helpless aberration into fantasy. But destiny pursues its course untroubled by all that. - Heidegger-
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