To Begin
Posted: December 16, 2011 Filed under: Uncategorized Leave a comment »Inaugurate things with weird poetry, I say.
Now here’s the mission statement: this is probably mostly going to be a pretentious comics blog. Probably video games and other nerd crap as well. But I spend a significant portion of my day thinking about superheroes so I may as well write about them, what they mean, what they should be, race/gender/sexuality issues therein, etc. I can’t guarantee how often I’ll update. But it’ll be sometimes.
As for my previous blog: http://allrpgsareterrible.wordpress.com/, if you want me to continue that, the truth is that I stalled can’t think of anything interesting to say about Wynne. Haha, funny video game joke. But I actually liked Dragon Age 2 where everybody else apparently didn’t, so I might write about that at some point.
(no title) – draft
Posted: December 16, 2011 Filed under: Uncategorized Leave a comment »When that one dies
Transfer the ,motion o,f that object to this,
The sun is further away today&
where was that thing had it been lost displaced misfiled or
at another location entirely meanwhile all in the sky we
drug ourself through the night in cloud wrap warmed
by mundane minor thoughts the taste of hot flesh
then it comes screaming bearing ghost or hope
and what do ghosts hope for in their antiworld
they continue as they were always
rote trods fade with each step
so do they dream of one or the other?
fade or take form?
don’t know that there = difference
form = fade (in the end
an idle hour here or there ++s up & then before you know it
1 you are dead
2 so is the universe
though you won’t be around for 2.
+ of course there are infinite steps between the 2. not quite but you g#t the ide4.
live in an age of broken things so make your time in the spaces between.
if you gain a minute every hour save and hoard them up let’s make a bank of minutes
not all the time in the world was used
there’s hope between the gear teeth
or in the gears themselves
that everything turns out
to the finish
the feel of broken l%anguage that incomplte sensation
nags like the ab<sent tooth
whwn the mind struc`true collapses
all words/meaning /fall in ;pon eac other
W/ was unsure if it could be s
S/ could not be i@@@@@@@@@@
It was the perfect phrase except for the lack o%&
and the univers, is made of imcomnplete
or to put it another way:
ggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
dredge the antiworld, pull up the corpses of ghosts
the ethereal press-gang, pale mist hands work levers and cranks
death, the motive force behind the universe
or to put it another way:
