Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

cosmic bullshit

there is a little bit
alittle bit of nothing
which is less than somthing
but there
here on earth
and nothing is abstract
nothing is word
playing with samantics
fred penner shot his bird
sunday morning
sunday morning
got a hang over
children singing
jhony cash walking
contemplate life
on the side walk.

the road less taken
cleoche' mother fuckers
jigging little midgts
concerned eleves
knowing what jigging really can do
but it's when you look
look hard and strain your eyes
and reality sways
like a drunk pan shot
then you see the emensity and the
oposite if that word
meaning samll and microscopic

like masterbating
while you find out
that the worldtrade center was bombed
and blowing yiur load while the second tower is hit...

and one does not make it\one does not amke the news
it is like cosmic truth
it is the commody of earth
you don't know where your going
tobe
when the next thing hits
and some times it is better
to stay home and just
jerk your self around

Geoff Parsons

george carlin said:
"during a hurricane,
admit it,
you're kinda hopin
for MORE RAIN,
you're kinda hopin
this is the BIG one."
more or less
paraphrased
and it's all true

observers have a way
of wanting the bad things to happen

a few nites ago,
pel was watching the news
wanting signs of life
in minertown
i said:
THEYRE ALL FUCKING DEAD
and she said:
NO

when they all came out alive
i was happy

when they all came out dead
(really)
i was SAD

...

when i was on the sixth floor
of my downtown manhattan office building
on tuesday morning september eleventh twothousandandone
news of the first plane was
almost
interesting

wow
holy shit
thats fucked up man
but:
wow
ooh

it was a few blocks away and i thought
it was a few blocks away and
i thought
it's a few blocks away

i dont think God thinks much about changing the course of things just for one person
and i dont think of what happened next as anything close to anything close to being like that
but when that second plane hit,
things changed for me
because we FELT it
HEARD it
TASTED it
deep in our chest, in our guts,
it rattled like a truck slamming into our heads,
a truck shot out of a wide ended gun
barrel full of bombs

wasnt so much fun anymore

still, there are observers and witnesses and victims
and they all have their own feelings and natural human tendencies
and they are all correct
because what you feel is correct
no matter what you feel

orgasms are always good
just be careful
if you start attaching tragedies to sex
eventually you'll be the victim
or the witness
and then it will turn around
sex will be tragic
instead of that other way around
and you'll never come again.

Axanderdeath wrote:but it's when you look
look hard and strain your eyes
and reality sways
like a drunk pan shot
then you see the emensity and the
oposite if that word
meaning samll and microscopic


Geoff Parsons

I wonder how closely the voice I assign you
to read this in my head
matches the tone and timbre and look and strain
with which you let this out of your head
and heart and hand and elsewhere.

Does the channel you employ
to spill what you need to spill
for orgasm or simple
get-it-out-of-my-system
match the channel I tune in to receive?

If they are completely separate,
would I care
or care to know?
If they are completely separate
would it make a vas deferens?

Hey firsty--your poem respones I think blew my post out of the water.

I am not some sadist though getting pleasure from pain--I find truth in pain, I find art in pain--everyone does I think.

Joel--your post was very good as well, and I have know Idea what you think my voice would be?

I am reading a Japanese writer right now though and I am all out of my head about voice--the one in my head while reading--the translater and then the Japanese guy that wrote it... It is an extremly good...

Joel your post blew me out of the water too--Sorry about the Constipation make out thing but it was really what I was thinking when I read it--