I'm Mine's I

gentle theories and butterfly affects

2010-06-28T14:05:00.000-07:00

Whatever will happen
will.
Whatever won't
will anyway.

There is consistent chaos
or an erratic order
Details change
but death never does
Everything is or is not as it seems
The butterfly flaps its wings.
Another unaware realm creates itself
somewhere in the scratchy sheets of spacetime,
someone will run in this room with a shotgun,
& blow brains to the wall before I can write this.

Trying to cope,
I subsequently commit
Philosophical suicide.

Every second,
everyone in the world is dying
from fashion-related travesties.
Every second-second,
I am the last man left.
The last woman won't have me.
She soon dies. The uncompromising
irony forces me to spend the days
Reading feverishly through broken glasses.
speaking to a resolutely silent something:

"I'm such a non-conformist"

Sometimes, I write little poems. They are
adressed to no one in particular
Other mornings I wake up with an idea
It makes tragedy meaningful for a moment
but then I remember
After
systematically searching for answers,
Sysyphus still lost
the taste for his tongue
when he died.
Then,
I die having never lived
or vice-versa

Human experience can't transcend Absurdity

&
anyway--
life lasts
just long enough
to formulate
some basic opinions,
& undergo repeated revisions.
Children with textbook heads challenge wisdom
in favor of situational grace,
bur all grace is situational,
and wonder is still the only beginning to Philosophy.

Plus:
Professionally speaking
Prophets died off when
factories began hiring
college graduates.
Nowadays,
it's all science-fiction
until it's reality

Our world will end or it has already.

If it doesn't,
I imagine we won't be worried.

I'm in the newspaper!

2009-10-09T13:03:00.000-07:00

A place for poets by Hana Frenette

New Anomie previews

2009-09-25T11:20:00.000-07:00

This has nothing to do with the book.
This is merely my lady.

I don't want to give away much more than the first page, but here it is in rough draft form. Visual Art will be a big part of 'anomie' #3.
Jarrod Goldman will be doing drawings for this book, along with a couple others.

Now here's the plain cover art. I spent an hour covered in glue and slices of paper to make this, but it's well worth it. Some of my other friends have asked to do their interpretation of the characters from A Streetlight Flickers in the City into the words with white out or ferocious amounts of ink.

Alex Borgella did a rough version of his idea:

I'd like to keep this an open invitation. So, if you'd like to submit a character drawing into the words for possible publication, e-mail me and I'll send you the pdf for easy printing.

There's still a lot of work to do, but I'd like to say the full manuscript will be complete in two to three weeks.

home away from home

2009-09-04T11:02:00.000-07:00

anomie #2 - birds&bodies

2009-08-18T14:33:00.000-07:00

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Birds&Bodies is a weird narrative about an abusive relationship between soul and body. After too much abuse, soul (from here on out known as 'The Glow') flees from the descent of body via a sneeze.

At the instant of escape, The Glow becomes a Dove.
Thus beginning the first part of this book- "Book of Soul"

Glow sets out on a search for meaning, to understand why Body had become so negligent. Yet, the Glow quickly realizes that it's hard to search for something when you have no idea what it is. The Glow soon understands it needs body for this search. For, without eachother, both shall wander aimless and unsatisfied.

It picks up with 'Book of Body' as Body wanders in a similar search. Feeling abandoned by God, man, and the Glow--Body abuses itself with drugs and self-defeating measures. Still, Body searches.

In the physical conception of the book, I mixed all of the pages up. Although they remain numbered, reading from front to back isn't in order. Several pages are up-side-down (In fact, the whole book of body is).

'Mindfully Mixed-up' is the idea; a metaphor for the subject matter within:

A search for something you don't understand, until you've reached the end.

Disintegrate

2009-07-22T17:56:00.000-07:00

weeks later

I've been moving out, working, and adjusting to my age.
A lot has happened, but there isn't much to say.

weighted and weary

2009-06-15T13:58:00.000-07:00

I cut that face out of another sketch.

dig. (?) (!) ?!

battles

2009-06-15T13:55:00.000-07:00

not sure how I feel about this one

sneak peek of 'Eulogy'

2009-06-15T13:50:00.000-07:00

first page of a long tome-poem I'm working on.

I've got plenty of back entries, and my scanner is--once again--functional.

Cynical Cyborg

2009-05-14T09:41:00.000-07:00

And, here's a drawing I did in that spiral notebook:

sorry for the delay

2009-05-13T08:56:00.000-07:00

I know, it has been awhile. I am truly sorry to the one or two people who bother to read this thing, but school strangled the last three weeks out of me. It's not as though I haven't worked on stuff for the blog, I just didn't scan it in until now. It is a rather time consuming process for whatever reason. In any case, these are some back entries, there's more to come.

First post, pt. 2

2009-04-19T16:48:00.000-07:00

The rich are protesting the poor!

2009-04-19T15:32:00.000-07:00