January 2008
13 posts
Alchemy of the World
Song from the Highest Tower i The antiquated poetry had a good part in my alchemy of the word. I got used to simple hallucination: I could clearly see a mosque instead of a factory, a drums school made by angels, some horse-drawn carriages on roads to heaven, a salon at the bottom of a lake; monsters, mysteries; a vaudeville title laid dreads in front of me. Then I explained my magical...
Watchmattsimpson: this is the best of the davey dance blogs, but i do enjoy them all. you really need audio for this. — deef This seriously made my day. Acting like a fool in TS and getting others to join in? Priceless! I wish every day of my life was like that!
Maintaining "perspective"...
is not a field I excel in. I’m an idealist; I like to focus on what things should be, not what they really are. I could, I suppose, make the decision to see things in a cynical, *ahem* realistic light…but then I’d be facing disappointed before I ever had the chance to build up any hope. Right now, I’m not sure which is worse. I have to keep in mind, no matter what, that...
Working out while hungover...
…is really an awful idea. Ugh.
“Having bitten on life like a sharp apple
Or, playing it like a fish,...”
– Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems 1925-1948
Fine, I'll play too...
I was hesitant to create my own blog because, truthfully, I was concerned I would have nothing to post that anyone else would want to read/ look at/ listen to. I figured changing my mood on my myspace page every few days was sufficient self-expression….but then, I got to thinking that I’m a total pussy if I don’t have enough confidence in myself to write out a fucking public...