writer's block is starting to set in for the first time in almost 6 months and panic lead to a cigarette break which lead to me realizing that when i can't write anything, it's because i'm not being honest with myself about my state of mind, of being.
i'm ignoring responsibility. i'm ignoring heartbreak. i'm ignoring possibility. i'm ignoring disappointment. i'm ignoring failure. i'm ignoring success (towards progress and vice versa).
ignorance has left me in limbo and i think that's all writer's block is; self defeat before a concrete thought is formed.
does that make sense? hmm... shut it down.
but maybe i deserve that for a little bit. well, at least it's a good excuse to smoke a few more and drink a few more before blindly passing out on the deck.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
My Personal Marxist Philosophy
"These are my principles; if you don't like them, I have others."
~ Groucho Marx
~ Groucho Marx
Friday, February 6, 2009
revision
"I hope you feel nicer"
Baby boy, blue eyes; and
beauty stopped by on the doorstep.
Came by, "au revoir, good night, good
times... "
Age is heavy, sometimes, like a coat, and for what we know
we hide in our deepest pockets
a shattered watch with a disabled, swinging latch
from that moment, those moments, time, chance,
and redemption
flew away from us
defeated by the sound of Earth.
We are the harrow upon such foundations, of which we still seek some origin.
Arid, some parts, drenched, some others, and full of fruit,
only beyond the horizon of our weighted shoulders,
but we do not look back. Never look back.
Destiny is soiled when these sodden hands
reach for seeds from tortured wallets, but dear, oh dear,
all great things,
however finite or eternal, infinitesimal or cosmic
have grown from the dirt, and from
good, lukewarm time.
Fear is for the present, it does not exist in the past or in the morning.
And for the six feet we have dug ourselves,
the only thing we can find on the other side
is sunshine.
Funny, what you say,
once the door is closed.
Baby boy, blue eyes; and
beauty stopped by on the doorstep.
Came by, "au revoir, good night, good
times... "
Age is heavy, sometimes, like a coat, and for what we know
we hide in our deepest pockets
a shattered watch with a disabled, swinging latch
from that moment, those moments, time, chance,
and redemption
flew away from us
defeated by the sound of Earth.
We are the harrow upon such foundations, of which we still seek some origin.
Arid, some parts, drenched, some others, and full of fruit,
only beyond the horizon of our weighted shoulders,
but we do not look back. Never look back.
Destiny is soiled when these sodden hands
reach for seeds from tortured wallets, but dear, oh dear,
all great things,
however finite or eternal, infinitesimal or cosmic
have grown from the dirt, and from
good, lukewarm time.
Fear is for the present, it does not exist in the past or in the morning.
And for the six feet we have dug ourselves,
the only thing we can find on the other side
is sunshine.
Funny, what you say,
once the door is closed.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
top five reasons to have a list
1.) it gives you boundaries, so you can wrangle in your existence
2.) self-importance
3.) everybody should know how you feel and why you feel the way you feel because you're good enough, you're smart enough, and doggonit, people should like you
4.) easier to decipher than a graph or pie chart
5.) truth needs an outlet
2.) self-importance
3.) everybody should know how you feel and why you feel the way you feel because you're good enough, you're smart enough, and doggonit, people should like you
4.) easier to decipher than a graph or pie chart
5.) truth needs an outlet
top five things i can live without
political enthusiasts (attention whores)
ink pen caps that pull the off bottom tab so that you can't put the cap back on
the News (FOXnews, especially)
bread
bitches that be naggin'
ink pen caps that pull the off bottom tab so that you can't put the cap back on
the News (FOXnews, especially)
bread
bitches that be naggin'
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
top five things i cannot live without
air
shorts with pockets (why would you make anything without pockets!!! except shirts, that's tacky)
showers
johnny cash cds
rice
shorts with pockets (why would you make anything without pockets!!! except shirts, that's tacky)
showers
johnny cash cds
rice
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
banter
I've decided I'm going to write a million songs in my last semester before i have to graduate and "get a job" as all those "responsible" people like to put it. I just pray it won't all be crap.
Any ideas for a job with a creative writing degree with no experience? "Welcome to LIlly's! Would you like vegan pizza sauce?"
check the myspace for a new song. if it's not up today it'll probably be up by tomorrow. i've been having some trouble. i get hits but i'm beginning to wonder if it's just me checking it every two seconds. it probably is.
http://www.myspace.com/dmxiong
hey somebody has to bolster my ego, even if it's myself.
I have deleted the songs that were on there because I talked and cleared my throat at the beginning of each recording and not only was that annoying, but I was also informed that clearing your throat is not a professional thing to do. It damages your vocal chords. Good thing to know.
But I like the new song. It's different from what I usually write. Which scares me, because I feel like eventually I'll run out of new things to try and do and talk about. It's called "The Bohemian Mama Blues."
Clay and I were talking about a nameless friend of ours who spent her whole summer roaming the beaches of Wilmington purely inspired by her affinity to the coast. Even when she had no shelter she bummed her way around just so she could stay at the beach. I can't remember if I said it or Clay did, but the line that became the title and inspiration for the song was about those on the road blues, bohemian blues, gypsy blues, where you feel like you just have to keep moving to feel alive. We all talk about it but nobody has got the cajones to do it anymore for practicality sake because we all gots to pay the bills. Anyway, the song became something completely different. Maybe a little too political? Eh, I just have a soft spot for the contemporary hippie who tries so hard because I know I could never have that kind of dedication. I want to eat at McDonald's and buy the cheapest pack of Wal-mart brand cola there is and mix it with Aristocrat Rum. And I'm okay with the war as long as gas is cheap, but now, I'm kind of peeved.
You think "hippie," is short for "hypocrite?" Makes sense... doesn't it? Well, then I fit the bill.
But "Them Golden Gate Freedom Blues," which will posted at some point in the near future, is another new song where the misplaced original motivation of "The Bohemian Mama Blues," may have manifested itself. It is also inspired by my courageous, rambling, good friend, Mr. Graham Misenheimer, who has weathered the worst earthquake in the history of the universe, spike lee's joint in brooklyn, strangers couches all across America, and now battles in San Francisco by his own golden gates.
now fucking update your shit muthafucka! NO EXCUSES!
Any ideas for a job with a creative writing degree with no experience? "Welcome to LIlly's! Would you like vegan pizza sauce?"
check the myspace for a new song. if it's not up today it'll probably be up by tomorrow. i've been having some trouble. i get hits but i'm beginning to wonder if it's just me checking it every two seconds. it probably is.
http://www.myspace.com/dmxiong
hey somebody has to bolster my ego, even if it's myself.
I have deleted the songs that were on there because I talked and cleared my throat at the beginning of each recording and not only was that annoying, but I was also informed that clearing your throat is not a professional thing to do. It damages your vocal chords. Good thing to know.
But I like the new song. It's different from what I usually write. Which scares me, because I feel like eventually I'll run out of new things to try and do and talk about. It's called "The Bohemian Mama Blues."
Clay and I were talking about a nameless friend of ours who spent her whole summer roaming the beaches of Wilmington purely inspired by her affinity to the coast. Even when she had no shelter she bummed her way around just so she could stay at the beach. I can't remember if I said it or Clay did, but the line that became the title and inspiration for the song was about those on the road blues, bohemian blues, gypsy blues, where you feel like you just have to keep moving to feel alive. We all talk about it but nobody has got the cajones to do it anymore for practicality sake because we all gots to pay the bills. Anyway, the song became something completely different. Maybe a little too political? Eh, I just have a soft spot for the contemporary hippie who tries so hard because I know I could never have that kind of dedication. I want to eat at McDonald's and buy the cheapest pack of Wal-mart brand cola there is and mix it with Aristocrat Rum. And I'm okay with the war as long as gas is cheap, but now, I'm kind of peeved.
You think "hippie," is short for "hypocrite?" Makes sense... doesn't it? Well, then I fit the bill.
But "Them Golden Gate Freedom Blues," which will posted at some point in the near future, is another new song where the misplaced original motivation of "The Bohemian Mama Blues," may have manifested itself. It is also inspired by my courageous, rambling, good friend, Mr. Graham Misenheimer, who has weathered the worst earthquake in the history of the universe, spike lee's joint in brooklyn, strangers couches all across America, and now battles in San Francisco by his own golden gates.
now fucking update your shit muthafucka! NO EXCUSES!
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