I don't believe in 9/11 and I don't trust the Midas touch. I've got no problems shaking babies and kissing hands. I'm the straggling goose in a flying V. I'm a 1,000,000th century man.
where the fuck am i going with this. I think it's going to be part of a poem placed inside I AM SHAUN GANNON because I want to incorporate as many types of writing as possible in it, and splashing it with some longer pieces will break up the encroaching irritation that comes with all my nameyelling.
WHAT THE GYPSIES TOLD MY GRANDMOTHER WHILE SHE WAS STILL A YOUNG GIRL
War, illness and famine will make you their favorite grandchild. You'll be like a blind person watching a silent movie. You'll chop onions and pieces of your heart into the same hot skillet. Your children will sleep in a suitcase tied with a rope. Your husband will kiss your breasts every night as if they were two gravestones.
Already the crows are grooming themselves for you and your people. Your oldest son will lie with flies on his lips without smiling or lifting his hand. You'll envy every ant you meet in your life and every roadside weed. Your body and soul will sit on separate stoops chewing the same piece of gum.
Little cutie, are you for sale? the devil will say. The undertaker will buy a toy for your grandson. Your mind will be a hornet's nest even on your deathbed. You will pray to God but God will hang a sign that He's not to be disturbed. Question no further, that's all I know.
Charles Simic writes pomes. I've been reading them lately, specifically the book The Voice at 3:00 A.M. He has been writing them longer than we have. We're pretty damn good, I think, but this book is awesome. These two pomes were memorable:
Dear philosophers, I get sad when I think. Is it the same with you? Just as I'm about to sink my teeth into the noumenon, Some old girlfriend comes to distract me. "She's not even alive!" I yell to the skies.
The wintry light made me go that way. I saw beds covered with identical gray blankets. I saw grim-looking men holding a naked woman While they hosed her with cold water. Was that to calm her nerves, or was it punishment?
I went to visit my friend Bob, who said to me: "We reach the real by overcoming the seduction of images." I was overjoyed, until I realized Such abstinence will never be possible for me. I caught myself looking out the window.
Bob's father was taking their dog for a walk. He moved with pain; the dog waited for him. There was no one else in the park, Only bare trees with an infinity of tragic shapes To make thinking difficult.
She was about to chop the head In half, But I made her reconsider By telling her: "Cabbage symbolizes mysterious love."
Or so said one Charles Fourier, Who said many other strange and wonderful things, So that people called him mad behind his back,
Whereupon I kissed the back of her neck Ever so gently,
Whereupon she cut the cabbage in two With a single stroke of her knife.
I was listening to a song that is over ten minutes long. I was kinda sad while listening to it then I was kinda sad when it was done. The song was called I Love You. No it wasn't. It was called I Loathe You. No it wasn't. It was called I Loath Your Love. Nope. These were the names of my sad songs that I sang while listening to the song that is over ten minutes long.
I haven't contributed as much to this society as others have. I'll tell you why: I am scared. Ever since the puberty spurts hit, I grew more cautious than I did hair. The balls dropped just fine but I have always prudently used them. They lay among the dick like meek mice huddled in a hole in the wall. Also, lots of dudes acquired girth and I didn't. It is obvious that I own a skeleton.
Whatever. At least I'm flexible like a collection of door hinges. I can run pretty damn fast and am good at yelling. Everything will probably be alright.
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Here's a thing I wrote last spring. It was before DEATHMARCH but it applies to DEATHMARCH more than anything else IN THE WORLD. I had been awake for 30 hours when I wrote it, which was during a time when I had replaced food and sleep with unhealthy things, which was unhealthy, so I quit.
DEATHLIFE STARES AT THE SUN
DEATHLIFE is the double-murder of diet and sleep. DEATHLIFE is brought to you by Mtn Dew and Camel cigarettes. DEATHLIFE is a dinosaur giving thumbs up as it sinks into the tar. DEATHLIFE does not have friends. DEATHLIFE has stickers. I voted for DEATHLIFE before I voted against it. Do not submerge DEATHLIFE in liquids. Do not tell DEATHLIFE your secrets. DEATHLIFE comes with a swingset, though it isn't very trustworthy. DEATHLIFE is a deal with the devil for the twenty-first century. According to DEATHLIFE, the fastest way to a man's heart is through his sternum. DEATHLIFE is a fast track to word salad. DEATHLIFE does not support alcohol or masturbation; these make you tired. I would not recommend combining these. I would not recommend DEATHLIFE.
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BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE, we recorded some stuff for BSU's media conglomerate website, god knows when that will be up, but when it is, you'll see the link here. it will probably be really cool. we made a poster of dan bailey and turned it into a picket sign. no he's not really dead, sorry to all those people to whom we said that, okay i'm not really sorry, i lied, sorry