Saturday, October 22, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Everything that I post is a lie.
A habit, an assumption.
That's where we fuck ourselves over. We think a certain way, one that creates myths and fables, only starting with a truth. A truth with a side we force ourselves not to see or hear or consider.
And now we go on. Openness was returned with love, and with that I'm scared.
The flowery poetics of it all is an attempt at hiding the fear.
How about you conquer yours and I'll conquer mine?
That's where we fuck ourselves over. We think a certain way, one that creates myths and fables, only starting with a truth. A truth with a side we force ourselves not to see or hear or consider.
And now we go on. Openness was returned with love, and with that I'm scared.
The flowery poetics of it all is an attempt at hiding the fear.
How about you conquer yours and I'll conquer mine?
Monday, June 13, 2011
Today was long
When yah gonna realize, eh?
Don't do this. Be considerate. This is jerkwad behaviour.
Think about what you have. You can assume the importance from there.
Dickweed.
Don't do this. Be considerate. This is jerkwad behaviour.
Think about what you have. You can assume the importance from there.
Dickweed.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Academia
I don't see grades as awards, or something to achieve or embrace.
This does not bode well for me within an academic setting. Maybe I'm just too entrapped in my own life stories, and maybe I just need a new way of approaching it.
Maybe its a way to absorb what I have?
Maybe, just maybe, I should care a little bit about what people think of me.
Oh boy. First summer course paper might be late. That's hilarious.
This does not bode well for me within an academic setting. Maybe I'm just too entrapped in my own life stories, and maybe I just need a new way of approaching it.
Maybe its a way to absorb what I have?
Maybe, just maybe, I should care a little bit about what people think of me.
Oh boy. First summer course paper might be late. That's hilarious.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Blargh.
I felt better on the weekend.
Brain, calm the fuck?
No? Well, I'm just gotta learn then. Need a bit of a breathing, and some living.
What am I doing that is supporting this habit?
You can't give me what I don't tell you I need.
But what can I expect from you?
It's unclear and confusing. But, the assumption-monster needs to be shot in the face.
Brain, calm the fuck?
No? Well, I'm just gotta learn then. Need a bit of a breathing, and some living.
What am I doing that is supporting this habit?
You can't give me what I don't tell you I need.
But what can I expect from you?
It's unclear and confusing. But, the assumption-monster needs to be shot in the face.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
sleep is hard again.
Life is good.
Has some new surprises, old surprises made fresh.
I like what I'm doing, but I can't sleep. There is much to do, and things that worry.
Buck up. You have no clue what's going to happen.
Just do the work. It's all you know for sure right now.
Has some new surprises, old surprises made fresh.
I like what I'm doing, but I can't sleep. There is much to do, and things that worry.
Buck up. You have no clue what's going to happen.
Just do the work. It's all you know for sure right now.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
This evening
I hate you and love you.
Take some responsibility for this.
You affect others, so have some respect and reply.
Take some responsibility for this.
You affect others, so have some respect and reply.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
12th Hour
A 12 hour day at school on a Sunday?
Sunday funday...
I feel: tired, worthless, alone, forlorn, love, dazed, and fragile.
I miss moments that never happened. And I miss a touch (that was only fleeting).
My work for the next couple of weeks is about love.
I'm scared. I'm sad.
All you need is love, right?
Sunday funday...
I feel: tired, worthless, alone, forlorn, love, dazed, and fragile.
I miss moments that never happened. And I miss a touch (that was only fleeting).
My work for the next couple of weeks is about love.
I'm scared. I'm sad.
All you need is love, right?
Saturday, February 19, 2011
The Damned Girl
We will become, become.
Become blessed in the curse.
We will become, become.
Become the blood and the bone.
We will become, become.
Become, for now and then.
We will be come, become.
Become blessed in the curse.
We will become, become.
Become the blood and the bone.
We will become, become.
Become, for now and then.
We will be come, become.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Here Lies Andrew.
- time is just a concept... Theatre plays with it... Don't put yourself into your writing, use your writing to find yourself.-
Thank you, Daniel MacIvor. I thank you. Deeply. You're inspiring, and your process gives me solace in how I work. It's supports me. And I love your work. I really do.
I have this drive to create with space and bodies right now. It's all I want to do. I want to throw people together and create something. I'm even finding myself drawn to the idea of exploring text. That is coming. It hasn't arrived yet, but I can feel it.
I want to go to George Brown. I want to learn to act better. I want to be in Toronto. I want to discover what this country has for me. And what I can do for this country.
'Cause I'm on my way. And it gives me happiness, and it feels real.
Thank you, Daniel MacIvor. I thank you. Deeply. You're inspiring, and your process gives me solace in how I work. It's supports me. And I love your work. I really do.
I have this drive to create with space and bodies right now. It's all I want to do. I want to throw people together and create something. I'm even finding myself drawn to the idea of exploring text. That is coming. It hasn't arrived yet, but I can feel it.
I want to go to George Brown. I want to learn to act better. I want to be in Toronto. I want to discover what this country has for me. And what I can do for this country.
'Cause I'm on my way. And it gives me happiness, and it feels real.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Relocation
Victoria isn't shining. I need to go away. I need myself.
Lackluster. Travel-needs. I want to go home
I really miss the Ocean. Tarnished memories.
You'll always miss them, but they are still there.
Warm your heart with the spring.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet.
Are you acting the cruelty?
Do you enjoy the foolery of looking in thine eyes and feeling that breath; that sting; that mist.
You ain't seen the word. AIN'T seen it.
So. How could you understand it? Feel it? Fuck it?
BREAK that window, get the fresh air in. You need to breathe and see the shining stars of the afternoon. They're bleak and thin, but they're still there. Breathing for you.
I ain't here. I ain't with you in the darkest depths. HEARTBEATS. BUM boom BUM boom. The resounding sound breaks the back of our destitude and describes my love. For I do love you, but only in the way the sun loves the earth. I give you warmth, but I can't hold you. I can't feel you.
See this. See me. I fade. You glow. Siphon and lock. keep it all in and hold your breath.
I'm going to come back, and release the shadow of thine eye with mine own. And then you'll see it all won't you. Watch it all. But not feel it.
You are a windowless door, surrounded by concrete beneath the mountain. The mountain in the sky's river.
- Found. It's mine. From troves. It's from May 2010. I haven't edited, because I usually don't. But I, also, do not claim to be a poet.
Do you enjoy the foolery of looking in thine eyes and feeling that breath; that sting; that mist.
You ain't seen the word. AIN'T seen it.
So. How could you understand it? Feel it? Fuck it?
BREAK that window, get the fresh air in. You need to breathe and see the shining stars of the afternoon. They're bleak and thin, but they're still there. Breathing for you.
I ain't here. I ain't with you in the darkest depths. HEARTBEATS. BUM boom BUM boom. The resounding sound breaks the back of our destitude and describes my love. For I do love you, but only in the way the sun loves the earth. I give you warmth, but I can't hold you. I can't feel you.
See this. See me. I fade. You glow. Siphon and lock. keep it all in and hold your breath.
I'm going to come back, and release the shadow of thine eye with mine own. And then you'll see it all won't you. Watch it all. But not feel it.
You are a windowless door, surrounded by concrete beneath the mountain. The mountain in the sky's river.
- Found. It's mine. From troves. It's from May 2010. I haven't edited, because I usually don't. But I, also, do not claim to be a poet.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Mourning
Honour your place.
And your sadness.
And your grief.
And those moments that joyfully last forever.
And your sadness.
And your grief.
And those moments that joyfully last forever.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
WRATH
WRATH - part of Intrepid Theatre's YOU Show series.
We all get lost, but we'll always be found.
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