02-20-2011, 11:05 AM
this is a poem about violence
broken spines
and
severed heads
and
bloody torsos
shining by the light of the moon
hung like a grotesque disco ball
and that...
how does one express futility
without defeating the object
of such a belief?
if you express you believe
that expression is good
that your words should be read
and isn't that a form of optimism?
still i continue to read
Cormac McCarthy
Patricia Highsmith
and the like
maybe we miserable fuckers
just like people to know
what miserabke fuckers we are
broken spines
and
severed heads
and
bloody torsos
shining by the light of the moon
hung like a grotesque disco ball
and that...
how does one express futility
without defeating the object
of such a belief?
if you express you believe
that expression is good
that your words should be read
and isn't that a form of optimism?
still i continue to read
Cormac McCarthy
Patricia Highsmith
and the like
maybe we miserable fuckers
just like people to know
what miserabke fuckers we are
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe