December 2009
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You.
[text from the past. Excerpt. late 2007.]
You.
The elusive inner direct object of conversation.
Religious you, prayers. Personal you, thoughts. Verbal you, schizophrenia?
This hell has got to have a resolution.
I can only think, live, and work…until by serendipitous circumstance I happen upon the solution.
It may just be a race, in which I have an unknowing hand.
Does my own...
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Apparitions. Hope. Promise. Rebirth.
[text from the past - June 21st, 2007]
Sleight promises… pulled out like rugs,
Beginning to think every floor has no solid bottom.
A new layer, to the next, just to be tossed off of another …
…and, break your neck.
…again.
Feel the need to venture, my creative conscience, into the place of story-telling prose.
Not sure how I will do this…
…I’ve...
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“Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awak’ning till...”
– “Dreams”
by, Edgar Allen Poe [1827]
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Stepping On Inspirartion.
[text from the past. March 14th, 2007.]
Seated in the soul draining apparatus of stagnation.
Searching for inspiration in all the wrong places.
Escaping my own lack of patience - getting wasted.
Having a drink in place of a drive off the cliff.
Serious directionless wondering…an emphasis on directionless - if i was merely wandering, at least I’d be getting somewhere.
Not sure...
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Disambiguation.
Timothy A. Far
Heir to nothing.
Inventor of everything but anything.
Given everything.
Created nothing.
Squanderer of precious resources.
Abuser of caring hearts.
Escaper of responsibility.
Yes, that’s me.
Trite are the tribulations.
Tremendous are the failures.
Heinous are the indulgences.
Sparse is the work to earn them.
Indecisive administrator of his own life.
Directionless...
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Quote. Unpublished. Excerpt.
Looking out into the pitch of night, he realized as he said, “The sun couldn’t get more gone…but, tonight will get much darker before dawn.”
Eloquent.
Eloquence is often wasted on those who choose to discuss nonsense, lack common sense, and do nothing with the gift, of any consequence.
“And so it goes…”
– Kurt Vonnegut
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“the Noster was a ship of swank
(as gallant as they come)
until she hit a mine...”
– (via eecummings)
Late night lyes from sunken in eyes.
Questions to the answers which have already been given…arrive at their ever untimely appearance. They grace us with their awkward presence; looming unwantingly, but unavoidably obvious.
Tall orders for the short order cook.
It’s as obvious as a slighting, off, look. The first rounds shoot from the eyes… reinforcements manifest in hips.
Nothing, past the lips…everyone knows...
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A Moment Alone. A Cigarette's Glow. Life on Hold.
So quiet…the crackle of my cigarette’s paper, audible, as it burns.
Silence…something of note, for this city. Standing in the center of street, breathtaking view in front of me… perspective on all the humanity… My own two feet beneath me. Balance centered, no lean, feet shoulder width apart. Solid. Taking it all in…city’s night lights flooding their way...