Thursday, August 17, 2017
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
More Graffiti (Thanks to Shakespeare)
No, I am just a voice.
Scratching and rubbing
In
inks and paints
On
walls and bricks
I write Graffiti as a variation
On a
theme,
Daring the immanent
Principle
Hoping to be revivified
Out
of the weary
Reductions
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
J. T. Bleu Rolls the Dice
The Equalizer Meets Bridget Jones
in a Philip K. Dick world.
Work it out
and
Face the future
Ignore it
and
The future will find you
Looking the
Wrong way
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Rough Magic and Cold Blood
"...graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure, and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book.
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure, and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book.
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