Wednesday, January 27, 2010

This was taken along the High Line in NYC.

Saturday, January 23, 2010


Twitter... ? What the hell is that? All that is is crap.

It's like an inward spiral of intelligence. Or is that an outward loss of intelligence? .... intellectual decay...

Or am I completely wrong and this is

the golden age of communication where everyone talks at the same time

but it's OK because no one is actually saying anything?

Just a trillion set of lips silently voicing

"I'm bored with my vapid life and I have nothing to say,

but saying nothing is better than not saying anything at all"?

I Twitter therefore I am.
Internet addiction
Better invest in

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

This is just a note to myself that I have to write a little bit about how horror and gangster movies in our society damage myth. When I'll ever get to that, I don't know.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Famous Blue Raincoat

So here's something else... not exactly art/photography/poetry related... but kind of...

I've been kind of haunted by Tori Amos' version of Leonard Cohen's "Famous Blue Raincoat" for about 15 years now, and it just won't go away. It's so deeply emotional, and yet the lyrics and "letter-written" style of the song keep it 'manly' taught. There's so much emotion going on, but the main character keeps it at arms length - as all men do. And that's the brilliance of Leonard Cohen's lyrics. He says far more than what the actual lines convey. However, Tori's performance has drawn out of the man (Leonard Cohen) what a man could never completely display. It just drips with pain! All men feel the emotional turmoil experienced in the song at some time, but this is just like being there. It's amazing! Cohen's brilliant, but Tori Amos has taken the song so much further than Leonard ever could. She's really laid it on the table, guts and all, and that's a true artist right there, taking something brilliant and transforming it into something even better.

Time Slips By Me

I haven't posted anything in almost a month, so here goes on that theme...

time slips by me
like passing trains
before a drunken
homeless person

the world changes
yet remains the same
another train
will soon be coming