Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

saw wrote: "like a giant without the beanstalk". Fresh 8) saw wrote: feeling un-tethered to the moving earth I put my hands in the soil reread this again for about the tenth time likes it more every time i put my hands to my head with fingers pressing in trying to connect to the wormhole at the core...

When I die, won't you bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch hand
So the gang'll know I died standing pat
I want six crapshooters for pallbearers
Pretty gals sing me a song
I want a jazz band on my hearse wagon
To raise Hell as we roll 'long

St. James

It doesn't matter though.
A million years from now the sun will come up.
Somewhere. Maybe even here.

Could be so, it's such a pretty thought

Thanks for the poetry mnaz. please keep on keeping on. Not that literary dissidents are helpless. As the Russian poet Osip Mandelstam, who himself died in a Soviet gulag, is said to have put it: “If they’re killing people for poetry, that means they honor and esteem it, they fear it, that means poet...

She is the keeper of the flame
my idea of heaven is to burn one with her

Untroubled, scornful, outrageous - that is how wisdom wants us to be: she is a woman

[R. Nitzke]

“Fiat iustitia, et pereat mundus.”

you get it down little sister, you got that eye, hand, and brain lined up real nice, I enjoy reading what you write. I still struggle (maybe we all do) with getting the words out of my head into my hands onto this screen and back into my brain via my eyes. keep on writing, if I had wrote "35 years l...

yingophobia —pussy whipped

sorry saw, just say high jack

I should have been a monk My cistercian rhythm is spastic, so is my routine most nights in bed my nine up at 5 every couple of days on some random schedule in the corporate ladder I get a day off, so I turn on and stay up as late as I want to, and get up when the day has warmed up. insomnia, "is a b...

Dino wrote: —

and by the way, i discern everything and more

I wish you were here.

Health, if I don't have that I don't have much, I got to grow up fast cause I barely got a chance for another two years, or two days, never know, I been flirting with /dəˈzastər/with these gottdam cigarettes.

My dog predicts hurricanes She can smell a storm a mile away That's all the news we have today "The Lonesome Friends of Science" I am so happy I should have been a clam. Back in the USSR boys bitter laughter that's alright mama never meant to last warm night light rain, going to make 80 degrees on ...

in a dark time, the eye begins to see and in a bedlam of sound the ear begins to poke needles into the cerebral cortex in the noise of a big box store an old man tries to think fortunately, he has a high threshold for insanity I been carpooling to work with Lou Welch and when I get home have a nice ...

Oedipus's wretch
Sisyphus's rock
my father myself

Mercy on me
my own worst enemy
I am grateful for my struggle

gratitude for today's chances
grateful it is done
now I can sleep