Wednesday, April 03, 2024

out a Wordsworth poem

My Heart Leaps Up
 
–William Wordsworth

My heart leaps up when I behold
   A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
   Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural pie
ty. 
 

Saturday, March 30, 2024

about visions of the mad

A madman and sleeper, seer of a thousand impossible visions, who sees when he imagines. The demon who comes in the first moments of sleep and remains long after waking; the demon he saw, heard, and answers.
 

Friday, March 29, 2024

creative writing “brain performance”

Obscene intellectual contagious projectile changing math course physically. Dark designer programming his own hell. His own particles’ idea of hell. A secret about math and luck. Porch light waves bonded and corrupted by battery applied force.

Stand right there and see three moving clocks a day. Sunshine eats lives away. Stand here I can see nobody escaped. One detainee was a pilot, another a programmer, another a shoemaker. To keep them all inside a design by design.


Friday, March 22, 2024

about passing a bad check at Kinko's

One time this dude came to the Kinko's counter with a check already filled out to pay for an order he'd placed. His right eye was bloodshot bad, I was looking right at it. He wanted cash back from paying with this sort of real-lookin check. The store was ripped off by this man.
 

Saturday, March 16, 2024

about the St. Patrick's Day Uber ride

The driver spouted gibberish. Various directions. How could we trust him? We were in a drinking situation—pretty far along into it. But we had to trust someone at this point. We ended up within a mile of the house, which was good enough.