August 2010
16 posts
FUCK BEING IN LOVE
Since I’ve been losing a...
July 2010
14 posts
Colin Weaver - Barrel Down
Here’s a very...
phone my family, tell them I'm lost on the...
that's the point
I am getting stronger with every passing year a kick pedal, transient smashing their eardrums so hard they can’t not hear me grow with every passing year I slingshot through the badlands, the rockies, and slide down the cascades, a renegade hunk of change night sky rests its crying sobbing eye stars and the spaces between on the horizon’s shoulder I am evolving in ways nothing could...
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It's 7:09 in the morning. Here's a poem.
coffined up in the corner room door closed, I once read Behan candle light, brown walls and old books, cigarettes my priceless replaceable things, I indulged my self cocooned in my nocturnal habitual circumstances, I sat at the desk droopy-eyed over photographs collapsing in nostalgia — sweating music, music, music until the speakers blew, ash covered the periods of manic scribbling so many...
I'm sitting on my porch smoking a cigarette,
and this lady walking her two dogs saw me, and let her dogs take a shit in my yard. She has baggies, but I guess because I don’t look like a wealthy, respectable neighbor she decided it was okay to not pick up her dogs’ shit. Right after they did their business, she watched me nervously and kept walking, and then when she saw me staring her down, she waved and smiled uncomfortably, as...
If there's one song that always seems to embody...
it’s “Idiot Wind” by Bob Dylan. The alternate take. The slow, acoustic, sparse version with just him and an acoustic guitar. It’s almost nine minutes long, and every time I listen to it I wish it were longer. There’s just something (pretty much everything, actually) that appeals to me. It’s much more solemn than the original. There’s resignation in his...
Something is wrong with me.
And I cannot even remotely sense contentment anywhere on the horizon. I look at a lot of my friends (and a lot of people I know in general) in their early twenties and they seem to be having the time of their lives. I can understand, somewhat, though I cannot relate — they are in their prime, they are attractive, and they are working or in school and have money to party on the weekends, go...
New York City
I’m on my way back from New York City, and it’s weird because a) I didn’t have an amazing time (like everyone else seems to when they go there), and b) it didn’t inspire me in any way to write anything. I mean, I only spent time in Brooklyn, and I drove through Manhattan, and that was insane, but it wasn’t that insane. I ate some nasty pizza, drank some fancy beer,...
Abba - Waterloo
Colin Weaver - When Will We Get What We Want?
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there are so many places where the roads are long simple towns nested in mammoth rock the fields simple cattle grazed and tractor-scarred and the navy skies eat the horizon battered stone and sediment I’m on the road piercing through escapists’ wet dream and gumshoed in between— order, peace, placidity tapped. to recognize one must leave everything and realize the size of...
Colin Weaver - Every Morning
So, a few weeks back...