A digital experiment: I attempt to write 15 minutes everyday about everything and nothing. Unedited, Unfiltered, just Un- (typos and grammatical errors are abundant)
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Day fifty-one
"Wish you were here" it says
on the front. I'm sitting at a table
overlooking the shopping center, people
watching.The autumn air's finally arrived
and humidity lay sleeping further south.
The sun sets and the paint on the sky
reminds me of an early Monet. Your voice
travels hundreds of miles through satellite
cell phone signals to reach my ear. It brings
a steady stillness to my life. And I realize
I love you. Not through Eros nor Storge, but
something that transcends mere friendship
or Phileo. My love for you is Agape, because
at one point in our past lives we shared
the same Soul and we are fragments
of the same being-- Reborn throughout space
and time, always in search for one another
in different forms.
17:52
Ummm embarrassing, but true? yes.
Day fifty
2 Corinthians 4:18 (NIV Bible)
Things Unseen
Always the dichotomy, religion
and science. Let's imagine for a minute
like those famous Lennon lines
that science and religion were the same.
That the Big Bang was the same phrase
as Let there be light.
That the six days in the Bible
mere metaphors for an age and time
when people had no concept of the world
outside of Earth. That the six days represented
the sum of around 13 billion years. Lets
Imagine for a minute that Science
was the language of God and the Bible
the poetry. That things left unseen
were mysteries created to be solved
not by mere prayers, but by method
and experimentation. After all,
aren't we God's grand experiment,
to cure his holy loneliness?
20:20
I have no idea where I was going with this...
Monday, September 27, 2010
Day forty-nine
Western:
John still felt the heavy vibration from h is left hand after he fired the pistol. It was the first time he had ever shot a gun and he was hoping it would be his last. His hand shook as he tried to re-holster his gun. Not many in his generations were south paws.
Horror:
I asked to be handcuffed, but the police cited regulation and shoved me in a cell in the corner of the jail. The problem was "it" was still out there and as long as I was alone, we would be safe.
Fantasy:
Hemlock laughed as the human tried to lift his ax. Dwarves, much stouter than men, have large muscular arms built from years of working in underground mines. All Dwarves are practically given pick axes as soon as they leave their mother's womb.
Suspense:
His eyes are blurred behind frosted glass as he feels the pulse of the girl he's about to strangle. They had just slept together and she felt too relaxed to see the glaze in his eyes. The fangs of his thumbs dig deep and at once she is startled, thrashing like a pigeon held up by a single leg.
Memoir:
I was only 4 years old when I left the country I was born in. I remember almost every detail. My mother cried all day, her eyes red and bleary. My father purchased a car from a gas station for only $200. The black bucket had leather seats with holes in them and no seat belts in the back. It was cheaper than hiring a taxi to get from Pusan to Seoul, where the airport awaited us. The year is 1987 and South Korea was in celebration and parades were abundant with a life sized Hodori (The South Korean mascot, a Korean tiger, giving hugs to every child.
30:45
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Day forty-eight
Everything is perfect
as clear as a digital photograph,
all the memories in full HD.
The skies were sunny and the birds
sang joyful songs. The gray blur
of thunderclouds in the distance
never show in post production. They
were always there, the static
cling always present. But I choose
to ignore. I relive each memory
in Technicolor brights. I forget
that in my dreams that everything's
black and white. The signs were all
there. The way she drifted away,
like an iceberg slowly breaking off
from a glacial sheet. I chose not
to see the disconnection. Tried to fit
a square peg into a round hole. It wasn't
fair for her. My eyes narrowed
and nothing beyond the scope of her
existed. Behind the camera I didn't
notice that she was just a small
part of a bigger whole. The landscape
of friends and missed opportunities
lay among the fringes.
15:42
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Day forty-seven
15 minish
Day forty-six
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Day forty-five
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Day forty-four
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Day forty-three
Monday, September 20, 2010
Day forty-two
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Day forty-one
For fucks sake... my blog is going to be banned for profanity.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Day forty
Day thirty-nine
To people who hold ancient
Friday, September 17, 2010
Day thirty-eight
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Day thirty-seven
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Day thirty-five
blue
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Day thirty-four
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Day thirty-three
Friday, September 10, 2010
Day thirty-two
Part of a larger project I'm working on with the TF
The formatting is off from the original again
Your shoulder feels stiff like a tree branch. Did I
hold you too tightly? Are you like dandelion seeds
ready to blow away at a mere whisper? I must
look like a fish to you as my mouth opens and closes
trying to find the right words to say. When you mention
the note I’m relieved. My brain says over and over again
“you got the message, you got the message!” I can feel
the adrenaline rush slowly end. Pieces of gravel stab
into my back, I can still feel my arms and legs. A good
sign. There’s a hot feeling on my left arm. The one
that’s not touching you. Someone smeared something
red across my forearm. I let you go. Dab my left arm
and realize that I’m bleeding. You look worried, about
to cry. I try my best to smile and say in a bad British
accent “It’s just a flesh wound”. Tad shakes his head
and frowns as he says “I called your mom, she’s coming
to pick you up”. I mutter “thanks”. The one thing I need
right now is you to see my crazy mother. “So you live
around here?” I ask. Your face turns from sadness
into anger faster than the chameleon’s tongue I saw
on a nature special, so quickly that I don’t have time
to react. Did I say something wrong? My body aches
as it finally realizes that I’ve been in a crash. Lightheaded,
I apologize. Try to smile as I wince at the pain. It felt
as though I was body slammed by my favorite wrestler.
A hear a car coming and honking. I close my eyes. My
mother has arrived.
21:27
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Day thirty-one
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Day thirty
15:15
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Day twenty-nine
Monday, September 6, 2010
Day twenty-eight
17:41
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Day twenty-seven
Day twenty-six
Friday, September 3, 2010
Day twenty-five
Winter, spring, summer, autumn