old cage grown over plea to respect what’s long gone don’t feed the monsters let their ghosts rest in pieces haunting dark corners in dreams
Maqlu
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Every so often when I’m out of ideas on a give situation I’ll do something “traditional” like draw tarot. Not that I believe the cards themselves necessarily hold the answers [though sometimes it’s downright spooky how close they come] but I figure my gut reaction to them and their interpretation […]
bright eyed frog lands west old wound awakened in flight the new pond listens as he sings, seeks a new mate amplexis in new cities
Kicked along the ground under spotlights, mistaken identity eventually reveals itself as a hoax. A smile and everything is alright. In the shadows, this will be noted as a tale to be repeated to a fool who knew the real thing when the witness didn’t know what else to say […]
fishnets and black stars stretched out above leather gloss suede kicked off below jade eyes steal peeks unchallenged directed indirectly
Venus comes down from the mountain like lava flowing to the sea. The hermit has wished for this for half a century yet, on the verge of completion, he runs to his cave to avoid her. Little does he realize Venus is an avid huntress, in addition to her other […]
I shed my skin When the party was about to begin I’m light years away but I’m walking back… Something on my mind Makes me run when I thought I’d run too far – Duran Duran, “(I’m Looking For) Cracks in the Pavement” Time to shed my skin. I spent […]
Watching something on Picasso’s obsessions on TV. Simon Schama talking about themes from Spanish culture and the beasts like the Minotaur from Mediterranean cultures past bubble up through Picasso’s subsconscious through his hands and onto his canvases. I guess I have my muses too. Here are a few of them: […]
Originally posted on my other blog, Pyra Draculea Sound. It seems to have disappeared now, even off the internet. Oh sure, I have a copy somewhere in a box of old Discorders, my half-assed portfolio of published writings. But my plan to just cut and paste it is now screwed. […]
One Wednesday one of the wise men said something reminding me of lightning that had been set aside. Hours later, one candle flickers and the iPod blasts a constructed soon-to-be-reality. It is the wee hours of Thursday morning. The next night certain words are sung and tracked. Never mind an […]
Nothing to do with maQLu per se, but it involves me, so why not? Originally posted on my other blog, Pyra Draculea Sound. Source Inside Vancouver’s school of rock Nimbus School of Recording Arts teaches engineers the whole music-business package By Chris Brandt, Special to The Sun August 24, 2009 […]
Today is a grey day. The wind is blowing, tree limbs bobbing back and forth in the breeze. Warm, but not oppressively so. No rain, that will come later. It reminds me of the open plains. The sky actually seems bigger on days like today than on blue sky days. […]
…Willpower. Energy. Example. What has to be done is done… Don’t waste your energy and your time throwing stones at the dogs that bark at you on the way… Don’t put off your work until tomorrow. Don’t succumb to that disease of character whose symptoms are a general lack of […]
I was thinking of the times I’ve been of the assumption that doors weren’t open to me or that if they were I wouldn’t know where to find them. After this weekend (and the last couple of weeks in general), I’ve come to realize I was standing in front of […]