Hmm, too many depressing posts on one page! Time to liven it up a bit! Tonight saw the kick off of the National Poetry Slam here in Albuquerque. I attended this kickin’ party at the National Hispanic Cultural Center and found myself awash in beautiful creative types. The wonderful thing about a throng of poets is the atmosphere of camaraderie, total strangers carrying on like lifelong friends. I’m sure the free drinks helped things along quite a bit.
Carlos talked me into buying a Slam t-shirt, which I proudly wore the rest of the night. This one has the proper web address on it: www.abqslams.org. Danny forgot to renew the old address and now it leads to a page on penile enhancement. “A marketing ploy,” Don explains.
Anyhow, I’ve set aside the next few days to devote my attention to all the slam activities going on around town. And I’ll be up late updating the web site with the latest scores. Go team ABQ!
Goodness
Light my way
I got these great new accent lights for my back patio! They are recharged by the sun, so there aren’t any wires. They look like lights one might find on a landing pad for various spacecraft.
Better climb in the window
’cause I’m closing the door.
Super disconnect in
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Power Outage
Last night, during a dream, I experienced a power outage. I don’t recall what the dream was, only that all the electricity in the scene failed and the lights went out, then the lights of the dream world faded out. Just for a second or two, and then everything came back on again. I didn’t think that the light level in dreams could change.
Artful Dodger
Alucard just ran into the room carrying something which he dropped and began chewing on. It was my wallet. Not only that but he had managed to pull out all the cash. Thankfully he left it in the bedroom, being interested only in playing with the wallet itself.
Distant Thunder
As the last iron plates of the tower slid away, a fountain of light erupted from within. But it was not a single being inside, as had been anticipated. Instead a storm of birdlike creatures streamed out, up into the night sky, now full of planets.
Solitary Shell
Solitary Shell
– Dream Theater
He seemed no different from the rest
Just a healthy normal boy
His mama always did her best
And he was daddy’s pride and joy
He learned to walk and talk on time
But never cared much to be held
and steadily he would decline
Into his solitary shell
As a boy he was considered somewhat odd
Kept to himself most of the time
He would daydream in and out of his own world
but in every other way he was fine
He’s a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell
A temporary catatonic
Madman on occasion
When will he break out
Of his solitary shell
He struggled to get through his day
He was helplessly behind
He poured himself onto the page
Writing for hours at a time
As a man he was a danger to himself
Fearful and sad most of the time
He was drifting in and out of sanity
But in every other way he was fine
He’s a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell
A momentary maniac
With casual delusions
When will he be let out
Of his solitary shell
There they stood, ranged along the hillsides, met
There they stood, ranged along the hillsides, met
To view the last of me, a living frame
For one more picture! In a sheet of flame
I saw them and I knew them all. And yet
Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,
And blew. ‘Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.’
– Robert Browning
This superstructure is not a life. Each year at t…
This superstructure is not a life. Each year at this time I must destroy its facade, see it plunge from many stories and shatter on the pavement below. It is not enough. The framework no longer serves its purpose. There is nothing for the facade to grow on again. My patience has paid off at last. The faces slough off like dead skin. I am winning.
Such awkward despair. Operating System Failure.
Such awkward despair. Operating System Failure.