Sonnet. January 29, 2008
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I Am Not a Body
Your heart to my heart pressed unzips this skin,
it shakes the roots so cold of aching teeth,
it shivers raw these bones laid bare, unsheathed
from weary muscles worn and sanded thin.
This roiling tongue afire, it trips to pin
unearthly syllables to empty air.
I know, I see! how awful and how fair –
your judgment from these burning lips to win.
You draw my feet to this eternal brink
between the embers ashed and healing light,
engulfed to drown in incandescent drink!
May all my body’s broken bonds be linked,
the forging of my eyes be turned to sight,
your name be glowing there each time I blink.
Zeitgeist, The Movie. November 20, 2007
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Until two weeks ago, I had never heard of Zeitgeist, The Movie, an anonymously created internet film released earlier this year. My wife viewed the movie from its official site and then invited me to watch it with her a few days later. Though it purports to be a film that reveals long-concealed truths about religion, politics, 9/11, central banking, and the new world order, Zeitgeist is in reality such a mixed bag of fact and propaganda that much of its potential impact is blunted and its credibility, even when telling the truth, is severely compromised. This is doubly unfortunate, since we desperately need to take a long, hard look at the issues the film concerns itself with. The official story of the 9/11 tragedy is, indeed, full of holes that beg to be explained. Central banking truly is as corrupt and deleterious as the film makes it out to be. And the power elite surely have abused (and still do abuse) the Christian faith in order to manipulate the masses. But none of this justifies making a messy agitprop mishmash whose first section essentially functions as a hachet piece on the historicity of Jesus Christ and whose only prescription for change after nearly two hours of “unveiling the man behind the curtain” is to mawkishly enjoin its audience to “choose love over fear.” This is rendered all the more frustrating when one considers the film that it could have been.
Of course, I make no secret on this blog of the fact that I am a Christian. However, I am not only bothered by the film’s blatant inaccuracies regarding the historicity of Jesus, but also by the disingenuous methods that Zeitgeist employs throughout all sections of the film, even when examining troubling questions about the 9/11 attacks and the nefarious influence of central banking on every facet of modern life. What follows is a list of problems I have identified with Zeitgeist’s supposed factual evidence, with its methods of conveying that information, and with the reductionistic conclusions which it ultimately tries to peddle to its hapless audience. (more…)
Untitled (unfinished?). October 22, 2007
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I lift up my voice
over your splinters
and scattered shards.
I lift up my voice
over this wind-tossed
wood, this wild weather
will bring beauty together.
No longer crackling
with danger,
but dancing to music
only you can hear,
you only can share.
Driving your feet down
deep in drifts blown
whirling into valleys.
Your feet will find
these frosted rivers
running swiftly to the sea,
unbroken in the breach.
You mighty young to be writin’ such heavy lyrics. April 17, 2007
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Exhibit A:
Snowflakes whip
past my ears,
singing songs with
glass-pitched choruses
(like singing saws with
cobra hips),
rushing in with
stinging kisses. I
see through the
igloo glass, your
mittens on the
bedside table. You
lose your grip on
loquats, they fall
into the snow.- Igloo Glass
by Holopaw
This is one of those songs that I can listen to sixty-eight times in a row and then come back for more. The amount of alliteration laced into the words, the sssssss that weaves its way through every phrase, this isn’t just posturing. The reader (and even more, the listener) can feel the driving snow flakes whirling and tumbling into their face. The imagery is quirky, off-kilter, and yet completely logical. Why wouldn’t you say that a snowflake’s song has a “glass-pitched” chorus? After all, examine a snowflake through a microscope and its texture is definitely sharp, smooth, clean, glassy. Why wouldn’t “like singing saws” be a perfect simile for a snowflake, given their roughly circular shape and keen edges? “With cobra hips” strikes me as the most playful of all the images. Why not characterize the edges of a snowflake as hips, hips that bite and sting, hips with a sensual shape and sway?
The images and the pure alliterative sound, coupled with the rapid-fire phrasing and laid-back drawl of the delivery, lend the whole verse a whimsical quality, like snow being gently blown along on the wind, twirling and dancing toward the earth.
Unexpectedly sad. April 12, 2007
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Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
1992 – 2007
Haiku 7. April 3, 2007
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Perhaps these inky
clouds obscure pinpricks of light
only to be pierced.
Haiku 6. March 23, 2007
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A verdant thicket,
the eyes of the doe follow
me through the twilight.
Haikus 4 and 5 (or, the way I feel these days). March 19, 2007
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Seattle, forgive
me if I wish the ocean
would wash you away.
Pittsburgh, désolé,
but your hills must come crashing
down upon your head.
Edit: May all my foolish words turn to dust.
Recording today, a progress report. March 15, 2007
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With the incredibly magnanimous Robert Cooper helming the proceedings, I spent five solid hours recording in the sanctuary of an Episcopal church building in Arlington, Texas. The room itself has astonishingly good acoustics, with just the right amount of reverb. It’s the kind of place where, when you walk in, you have the urge to intone something along the lines of “Ahhhhhhh” at about a middle C and listen to hear if you sound like a monk doing Gregorian Chant.
Robert has an amazing set-up of gear for recording, including two microphones that look like James Bond spy pistols or some such. They’re set to pick up some ungodly level of frequency response.
We recorded the following songs (some with multiple takes):
Yellowback
We’ll Waltz
Shipping and Receiving
Here Comes the Fever
The Only Island in the Sea
You’re Not Safe but You’re Good
He also brought his Alvarez 12-string and I recorded a few of the takes with it. This was an incredible experience. A warm thanks to Robert for volunteering his time, expertise, and equipment, as well as for reserving the room. The songs should be mixed and mastered sometime soon. I’ll let you folks hear them on myspace as soon as I’m able. Much love to all . . .
Haiku 3. March 9, 2007
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March, early morning.
The voice of a turtle dove
wakens me from sleep.