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It’s a young man’s game. It’s always a young man’s game, until they get old and then they’re not relevant. Fuck them – it’s my game. I want to have an idea so good, so quirky, original and with such gravitas that people drink it down – lap it up – […]
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Random Flow of Poetry
‘Life contains infinite possibilities. Each instant contains infinite possibilities. Each isolated moment a random piece of time sampled from everything at once in possibility. Poetry selects a thread, and the rest is waste.’
This is raw thought. This is how it comes out of the pipe. It’s not edited for form or for consideration of audience; it is imagination, invention, and jotting of thought. These are samples from the sources I go to when I need to build a character or the condition of the sky on some imagined day.
Some of it is seriously personal – it should be – it should be embarrassing, alarming, childish, politically incorrect and defeating. Some of it is beautiful, and in one spot as I recall I take the piss out of Charles Bukowski and those who post memes made of his ramblings. Nothing personal.