Saturday, August 29, 2009

It's been built.

Louie Evans, King of Boston

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Friday, August 21, 2009

There were some ducks and swans and it was complicated

Gentlemen Broncos by Jared Hess

Red for the blood I'd spill to own it

Who gives his heart away too easily must have a heart
under his heart.
James Richardson

The heart under your heart
is not the one you share
so readily so full of pleasantry
& tenderness

it is a single blackberry
at the heart of a bramble
or else some larger fruit
heavy the size of a fist

it is full of things
you have never shared with me
broken engagements bruises
& baking dishes

the scars on top of scars
of sixteen thousand pinpricks
the melody you want so much to carry
& always fear black fear

or so I imagine you have never shown me
& how could I expect you to
I also have a heart beneath my heart
perhaps you have seen or guessed

it is a beach at night
where the waves lap & the wind hisses
over a bank of thin
translucent orange & yellow jingle shells

on the far side of the harbor
the lighthouse beacon
shivers across the black water
& someone stands there waiting
The Heart Under Your Heart by Craig Arnold

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Rekindle my dwindling faith in humanity

Fantastic Mr. Fox by Wes Anderson

How you think I made this?

Monday, August 17, 2009

Where is the long way?

Tunnel Rat by Raf Reyntjens

I can still hear you, even through your whispers

You're one of the people who has left Plato's cave and can never return because of your knowledge of what it means to be human... You're blessed/cursed with the understanding of society.

Maybe you were right

A Hole In The Sky

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

And maybe you'd say, "I remember that boy..."

Blue Skies (The First Days of Spring film trailer) by Noah and the Whale

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Thanks, thief, for the lesson

no faces
no faces at all
laughing at nothing
let me tell you
i have drunk in skidrow rooms with imbecile winos
whose cause was better
whose eyes still held some light whose voices retained some sensibility
and when the morning came
we were sick but not ill
poor but not deluded
and we stretched in our beds
and rose in the late afternoon
like millionaires
Millionairesby Charles Bukowski

Saturday, August 1, 2009

If you have problems why don't you go solve them?

Tell me how, do I
Get to know you
You untie me as if I were a shoelace
You let out all I can hold between my buttons
With you I get nothing

Even if, I gave
You a mountain
On a bad day you don't think your are at the top of it
Then how can I change that
When it's in your fundament
You can't take a compliment

Take a rest with me
After a long day
Foots on the table
Don't take them down down down
Don't take them down

Is it your parents?
Or just the past
Or just the past

If you, should reach
What you aim for
Don't kid yourself to blame for
What's obviously not your fault
Then laugh this away
You won't get to hear
What I really have to say

What I see is not
What you think I see
And what I think
Is not what you think I think
I know me
But you don't know me
'Cause I don't know you


Take a rest with me
After a long day
Don't take them down down down
Don't take them down

Is it your parents
Or just the past
Or just the past
Just The Past by Peter Bjorn and John

This is not how we planned it