Sitting at the gig.
Can’t play yet but still getting
paid. #livingthedream
Category: Uncategorized
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Restarting OR I Haven’t Been Here In Years
Old places and old
faces and new states is my
stasis. Beleaguered.
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Cooking With Aloneliness
I am reminded:
Athens and my first winter
alone and away.Cloudiness and loneliness
just like garlic and onions
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Prose on Prose on Prose OR Success Isn’t Given OR I’m Lonely For No Reason OR I Need a New Hobby
I watched THIS documentary this morning and realized that everyone is the same, no matter how different. If you’re good at something, and you work really hard for a really long time, it’ll maybe pan out but maybe not. I like the idea of indie gaming, and singular vision and purpose and I think it walks alongside music or visual art or writing as something that is worthy of experiencing with a mind open to newness and uniqueness.
I don’t even think I’m unique among my friends in believing that I’m struggling to find my voice as an artist, especially one that is (even if very minimally) different than everyone else’s. Whether its in writing or playing or composing, I am constantly evaluating what I’m doing, and struggling to find consistent moments that I don’t feel like I’m saying all of the same things in the exact same way as everyone else.
That’s all. Here’s to hoping for…
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The Dream
I’m not sure what the
“dream” is, but this, whatever
it is, isn’t bad.The hang up is the feeling.
Feeling hung up’s the hang up.
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Guest Submission – “Some Words”
by Jordan Reed
(not a haiku, still good)
The first thing I thought was “who in the hell gives a fuck about the migration patterns of Canadian Geese?!” And, the sad thing is, there’s, at least, 1 person who does, and she’s unrealistically excited because she now has a little over over an hour (a baker’s hour) to fill our heads with useless information that, I’m sure, we’re all going to actively purge. Her old, stained sweater, it looks like a pair of pre-distressed jeans, or a dumbass hat with a dumbass ripped brim, or something else that’s old, or the bottom corners of a couch of a cat owner, or the tattered jeans of that sexually ambiguous goth kid who sits a few rows down from me who ALWAYS smells like a shitty candle, or something else that should’ve been thrown out years ago, or something else that’s old. This is her time to shine. I’m usually a really nice guy.
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Autumn Atoms
Prowling cats, sunlight,
trees’ leaves fallen and wind creeps.
Fall is life inside.Breathes and curls up.
Smokey silence.
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Thanksgiving Begins, Beckons Traditionally OR Facestuffing Commence
Giving thanks begins
and family smells like pie.
Eat and be merry.
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Hardly Ever Howling, I Breathe the Calm External and Chaos Internal OR Eat It
The stepping outside
act is the great joybringer.
Though, sure, difficult.I am the self-reeling lone.
I am the wonder squashed.
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Busy Ties Knots in My Tongue
Serving tables is
awkward if you ever spend
time thinking aboutwhat you look like. Anyone
else stutter a lot? A LOT…
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Coffee Can, Man
drawing by Dan DiPiero The coffee man can
’cause he mixes it with love,
makes the world taste good.
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We Are Blank Stares and Walls Full of Past and Present
drawing by Dan DiPiero Expression of mind,
flows through pen over paper.
Thought is laid with ink.I/We are/am at home with
lined paper; blank it beckons.
Precise, honest, raw.A first draft or a
letter or postcard; a note.
We are what we share.And the thoughts of those
who came before us, change us.
And we change the air.
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“Extraordinary Machine”
Wrath of, and the price
of winning and losing. Dark,
but the light is dimmed.
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We Can Be Mess and Maker
drawing by Dan DiPiero Creation is a
messy endeavor. Often,
it’s its own reward.
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The Third One
drawing by Dan DiPiero Tell me about the
third one. He’s there and gone. They
seem unaffected.Tell me about the
third one. He looks a puppet.
Controlled by they, we.Tell me about the
third one. He is rigid and
stark, expressionless.His mouth moves not and
his eyes don’t dart, nor lips purse.
His brow raised, slightly.His breath seems shallow,
put on. He breathes with shoulders;
[: rising and falling :]
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It’s Ours to Lose
drawing by Dan DiPiero Here is a man full
of pride: his I am. A man
steeped in deaf regret.Regret made in years
of disrespect and neglect.Neglect, falls like l
e
a
ves.
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Cliché, Do You Have the Time?
drawing by Dan DiPiero Tell, give, take, race, bide;
ahead of, behind, good, bad;
one, first, last, this, next:It is and is and is and
goes and goes and goes and goes
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Collaboration
Dan DiPiero is a writer/composer/drummer/foodie/student living in Los Angeles. I love his drawings, which are featured throughout his blog. I think he likes my haiku, so we decided to collaborate on a project. There will CERTAINLY be more to come. Anyway, they will be featured on the COLLABORATIONS page, along with other collaborators efforts.
So enjoy, and thank you for reading. WRITE SOMETHING ALREADY. (Or draw something, that works too. Also, you could write something, and I could write haiku about what you write. Really, it doesn’t matter. I just want to play.)
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Whactober?
Hello, November.
You came a bit early in
my estimation.No matter, you are upon
us. Let’s show you a good time.
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“Untitled”
Not a haiku. Still good.
by Unknown
sometimes i take a Shower
with the lights off.
but before i even finish showering, i turn the lights back On,
because i remember how afraid of the dark i am.sometimes i go to the Airport
and just sit in there for a few hours.
because i like watching people Reunite.sometimes i cut my Fingernails way too short.
like, down to the quicks.
because it’s an odd feeling, the way my fingertips Hurt
every time i touch something.sometimes i go out in public without my Shoes,
because i like feeling the Real ground,
not just the inside of my shoes.sometimes i re-arrange my Bedroom,
but then i change it right back
because everyone knows that there isn’t a single person
in the world that isn’t afraid of Change.sometimes i try reading books Upside-down
because i think thats what it would be like if i couldn’t
Read
at all.sometimes i just sit and watch the Grass grow,
because we’re lucky that it even grows in the First
place.sometimes i do things.
sometimes i don’t.
burgoynealexburgoyne 
