Thursday, December 25, 2008

Surprise!

For Christmas I have a new addition to my creative arsenal:

A 16mm film camera - Krasnogorsk K3

My 16 mil

I really don't have to mention that this already looks like a lot of fun,

and it couldn't have come at a better time, (considering that I'm back at square one in life...and I'm starting to think that night terrors are fun).

On the bright side- I'm growing a beard and yesterday I made $40 dollars in tips on ONE delivery.

But for now. It's time to capture some beauty...

to sync up with my music!

;)

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Kringlan

These ones are the beautiful bars you put up.

Decorated with turquoise and cerulean barb.

Peering in through a broad frosted window

You may see the back room illuminate softly at night

The owner maybe knitting- singing at nearly a whisper

On display are closed boxes with unnamable objects that tinker while they chime

Painted in un-seeable colors that glow without light.

I walked down this street out of instinct one evening to find solace

From human traffic-as it can be good for most but not some

Having never seen day.

Following a rolling gold aurora borealis-heading north

I found myself at a storefront

And it sells my favorite things

But it does not operate during business hours

These ones are beautiful bars you put up

We are both closed during advent.

Oil and Foliage

I got furious and threw a bottle into the sea with no hope of salvation.

No note, no letter, not a single verse of communication.

And I expect to be found.

Furious, I threw a bottle into the sea with no hope of salvation.

My friends behind me are beginning to quiet.

Their laughter dying into the rumble of waves that do their best to mitigate me.

I am deaf to them.

She who has won my affections may have a gleam in her eye as to why.

But I left no note, no letter, not a single verse of communication.

I should expect not to be found.

I continued down the shore without my friends,

screaming-throwing bottles into the sea with no hope of salvation.

I threw an empty bottle onto the sand.

Monday, December 1, 2008

...And another semester comes to a close.

Fall 2005 I began my college career. It is now Fall 2008-the beginning of my fourth year. I'm still a bad student and I procrastinate. I have not made it a point to be proactive. If I act now-as in today- I would be able to navigate through a difficult final week.