March 9th, 2009

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February 19th, 2009

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February 15th, 2009

In the absence of a lover

A poem late for Valentine’s day.

In the absence of a lover,
that man creates:
In want of wet lips,
a cocktail;
in emptiness,
a sandwich;
in love,
muddy memories;
and in singular loneliness,
man was created, because

In the beginning,
there was love —
the power of attraction
and unity —
and in the nonexistence of a single cell,
that love created.

February 11th, 2009

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February 9th, 2009

Alluvium

A shutter-wide,
light-slick,
peristaltic last
click.

24 colourful cuds.
Sampled time, collected blood,
of people and worlds
delivered in flood.

Sloppy rich clay
worked by the waves,
a porridge dependable
for warming cold days.

Lips, hands, face: dripping.

Nutritious the first time
but this time that’s missing.

Alluvial, alluvial, alluvial, alluvial,
alluvial, alluvial, alluvial, alluvial,
alluvial, alluvial, alluvial, alluvial,
alluvial, alluvial, alluvial, alluvial,
alluvial, alluvial, alluvial, alluvial,
alluvial, alluvial, alluvial, alluvial.

January 11th, 2009

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December 16th, 2008

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November 24th, 2008

I like your shoes.

I like your shoes,
I might have said.
Colourful, new, exciting.
Unlike everything else
I know about you.

Physically you repulse me,
I could have revealed.
And it weakens me
and my heart
to think that if it weren’t you
it would have been someone equally vile.

Sexually
and geographically
I am frustrated.
And you
are the final straw. But
“Excuse me”, I said,
instead of so much bile,
“This is my stop. Thank you.”

For it doesn’t do
to pick fights with strangers.

November 24th, 2008

In Love With The World

Under my skin: a tattoo.
More a part of me than
hair that falls and regrows,
memories fickle,
beliefs that change
and blood that’s new
since the start of this sentence.

It’s a part of me
because it’s so close to me,
like one day you will be.

Only you don’t exist yet.
You are not yet
who you will be,
as nor was I me
when the ink was laid
under that boy’s skin.

One day we’ll meet,
you and I,
and from then on
we’ll be close.
And you’ll be a part of me
for as long as our hair grows
and memories are made
and we believe in each other
and new blood continues to flow to our hearts.

And after that?

The tattoo will be all that’s left of me
for days. But we will both be closer
to the heart of it all.

In love with the world
and eventually
with every one we ever knew.

November 24th, 2008

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November 16th, 2008

Years ago at Glendalough

Years ago at Glendalough,
amid natural beauty,
packed lunches and
“this path is endless!”,
I was only too keen
to submit to the importance of elders
who knew it all
and only wanted anymore
a hobnailed railway sleeper
for a path through it.

Now i’m adherent to the belief,
a mother’s hard-earned grief,
we’re on the same path; into the earth.

But I,
appreciative still of a jam sandwich,
and mountains that
with three hour’s work
move front to back,
step into the mud anyway
to show no hard feelings.

November 16th, 2008

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July 23rd, 2008

i made a book

The cover is made from two discarded women’s boots that I found in the basement of my apartment building.

The buckle was also part of the boots, but now serves as a clasp to close the book.

The stitching (all the stitching that is not left over from the original pattern of the boots) is all hand-stitched and rough.

Given the nature of the material used, and its source, the faux leather had to be cut into shapes and then stuck together to make a large enough surface area. This lends the book a frankenstein’s monster sort of look…

Continue reading below for lots more pictures and background info.

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June 10th, 2008

understanding

Some of the words I wrote for my paper-making class project that I mentioned, coupled with music by John Zorn and videos found on youtube.

Better watch it now because i’ll probably delete it out of shame before too long.

May 28th, 2008

poems

I’m writing poems for a book i’m piecing together week by week in my paper-making class. The poems, my first honest attempts at poetry, are however not the focus of the book. The book is the focus of the book. It’s an “Artist’s Book“, so to speak, and the whole thing is supposed to be a metaphor for understanding. Understanding in general – understanding life, literature, poems, people, language, and so on.

I’ll post more about the book, and how it is a metaphor for those things etc, later.

The following is not one of the poems i’ve been writing for my book (the poems i’m writing are more or less free form with a few exceptions). This is just a little haiku about poetry.

Now you’re learning fast:
Not only for birthday cards –
Our words in glass jars.

Consolidated:
In verse my words ring longer,
louder than ever.

October 22nd, 2007

National Identity Vs International Appeal

I uploaded a film essay I wrote for college. I don’t really expect anyone to read it – I was just getting impatient with my writing section being empty for so long.

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Click Here for the Essay (pdf)

It’s about how international cinemas influence one another. It’s about film as a universal language. You kinda have to have seen Billy Liar and Amores Perros in order to follow it, I think, but do watch those movies. They’re great.

I intend to write some short films or scenes as soon as I get the chance. The new version of Celtx is amazing.






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