All my romantic encounters build me as a romantic object. As they break my heart into pieces I come back with a bigger, stronger, more efficient heart beat. I pulse and reverberate the sounds of absence, placed against itself then back in reverse. Am I dangerously approaching another abyss or… Continue reading
Cecil is a captain with a mission to get that boat to shore. Put on some music and vibe to it. The shore may be close or may be far. You’ll never know until the fog is gone and you can see the north star. You are clothes, boots and… Continue reading
Take it off. Walk the tight rope of intoxication. Lanky Shia Labeouf on the skins. It’s wavy af down on Mockasin Lane. The couple next-door bounces off my life like waves of another’s ocean. Pick up the phone, “Dear Eli Aaronson, you are my lover’s fill-in. What I can’t reverberate off… Continue reading
1 Gaea, now known to the Titans as Pandora “bringer of gifts”, hath expounded great wisdoms as matriarch of her tribe. As a women of great beauty and esteem for her shamanistic knowledge of the secrets of this world, men marveled at Pandora’s prowess, and believed that by following her cult,… Continue reading
1 In the beginning there was the great chasm known as Chaos to our ancestors the Titans; an abyss beneath all of existence, an amorphous abstraction beyond abstractions. That void birthed darkness, the father of night, and death. In emptiness there was only silence and endless dark until from Eros… Continue reading
It’s been three days now and I still taste it. A film so heavy it’s near impossible to commercialize within the framework of the feel good comedy gimmick of mainstream trailers. Cleverly, the title/tagline of the film, “Sorry to Bother You” is a kind of an apology to the audience… Continue reading
Already started working on “Inferno” (working title for the next part of the MvWC), a tale of melancholy, personal identity and the oppressive dimension of hell. In that spirit, a few thoughts on language in relation to identity and mental anguish: Language is probably the greatest gift bestowed on the… Continue reading
Though something tells me I should write something easier: Anti-Poem Moi the Unwell: I felt I was coming to terms with her to some extent, trying to see her as the “right one”, for now. I was even able to put all those attractive women I saw at the theater last… Continue reading
