Tuesday, February 15, 2011


John Constantine.  You may remember this name as the main character from a recent Keanu Reeves movie of the same name.  The general consensus seems to be that the film was a total waste of time, but I enjoyed it.  I seem to be drawn to art related to Heaven and Hell, angels and demons.  The reason I brought this up, is because I have been reading a shitload of Hellblazer comics, which are the basis for the movie Constantine.  In the books, John Constantine is an English bloke with blond hair.  Keanu Reeves antithesis.  The stories describe John's dealings of the magical sort.  Numerous times he has dealt with a litany of demons, witches, and all sorts of Hell-beasts but always manages to escape unscathed, frequently at the cost of his friends and lovers.  I really enjoy the personalities given to demons and deities throughout the comics.  In addition to the realizations of bible concepts and stories.  I highly recommend checking them out.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

The Green Fairy

I love absinthe.  I first heard of it through Moulin Rouge, (excellent movie by the way) and have been fascinated ever since.  It has such a rich history, that wonderful Parisian, bohemian tradition.  Not to mention, nearly all the really great artists and writers of the 20th century seem to have had some relationship with the Green Fairy.
Normally, I abhor black licorice, but something about this beauty really works for me.  The traditional preparation involves pouring an amount of the absinthe into a glass, then placing a sugar cube onto a slotted spoon and pouring ice water over the cube, filling the glass.  One notable quality of good absinthe is the "louche" effect, or the cloudy texture the drink takes on when mixed with ice water.   

Tom Waits

Ken Wong

James Jean


Whenever I hear this song, whatever may be going wrong seems to pale

Poems Cont.

Long Live Late Nights

Long live late nights,
eyes bagged and coursing weak of red
The soul of feeling needed,
here upon the living bed
Live on forever pleasure,
unknowing in a stranger's touch
Needed now like oxygen,
'til morning shines the absence of
With time always traversing,
pressure grows, I feel the strain
Children growing, we're all growing
yet I can't help but feel the same.

The Brightest Eyes of the City

All slowly crumbling buildings
Built on weakened stone foundations
Like muscles, skin and cartilage
On bones, with cracks of deep frustration
The brightest eyes of the city
Hide signs of pity, loss, and love
And embrace the thoughts that maybe
There is more to see than this, above
Old nights of tussled hair and tattered rags
Of screaming fights and packing bags
Bags packed tight beneath the eyes
That mean these things to me
The brightest eyes of the city displayed
For everyone to see
Tonight you'll sleep with happiness


Here are some old poems I wrote:

She told me she was scared, with a look that broke my heart.
And I told her so.
Just take care....be oh so careful
With me.
And with a strength I've not yet known I will lay this all down.
You'll see what it means to me to be this man.
I can barely believe
I'll bare all to make you believe
I can barely believe..........that you're the one to be scared.

Screams of Laughter
I propose a shouting contest
Let’s make Silence plug his ears
When our throats are raw, from screams and laughter,
We'll collapse amongst the great years
Often we feel best when it seems things should be strange
We're all alone rejoicing in the new
We're trading noise for sense, and laughing in the face of change
Emblazoned in the heat of the summer’s sweat and dew

Upon the corner turned
A breathy sigh from lips did hither come
My interest piqued, i did espy
Your flesh encased in ivory silk, the moon upon your eyes. 
The sight of such a godless thing, did rattle all my bones
For I had gazed upon the vessel left to wither, all alone
And when within me, all the pother it did settle so
I sat upon the boards, to weep, and to the moon an oath did sew:
III.Mores IV.Oneiric
...Long since the time has passed that I thought true and woeful of you
But still from time to time I find your face upon my mind.
I've wondered through oneiric states of lives not meant for wretched souls
There caged behind the cowardice and mores I lie whole
Here now I plea a pledge unto the span and future's past
I give my love to you that was the first if not the last.

Sunny days just make you....crumble.

I've been addicted to this song of late. 
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