Saturday, October 15, 2011

Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe

I love poetry.
I love David Bowie.

It's really quite that simple.

Found on Verse Daily:

From Jim Daniels' book, Having A Little Talk with Capital P Poetry

David Bowie Esperanto

A flash of metal trash in a vacant lot.
Mirage of glitter in the distance.
Sudden hiss of a punctured tire
on the edge of the universe.
Nobody to push the rest of the way
into free fall. Nobody but gravity.
The end of a beautiful nightmare.
What you would have sounded like
if she'd given you more time.
The churning robot soul sparking
with faulty wiring. The marriage
of a stilt and a crutch. Perfectly tuned
grind. Notes scribbled on the phrases
of the moon. The cynical faith
of the choir of sinners. A pout
and shout. Slippery when smug.
Bridge freezes before road. Cautionary
sneer. The heart pondering a change
of heart.

 Daniels' plethora of other books include titles like Night With Drive-By Shooting Stars and Revolt of the Crash Test Dummies, which means that I'm overdue to begin reading everything he's ever written. Jim, if you read this, I heart you up & down.

Stay shmancy,

Bram Stoker's Dracula as directed by Francis Ford Coppola

Frankenstein, Agent of S.H.A.D.E by Jeff Lemire & Alberto Ponticelli

The Golden Age of Wireless by Thomas Dolby (am I the only who thinks he was totally Brit-nerd hot?)

Friday, October 14, 2011

Rebirth is not always painful.


I've decided to delete previous blog entries, almost entirely. I've left the tribute to Jill because I know that it has meant something to her friends and family since her death. That entry is hers, not mine. But everything else has been surrendered to the aether.

So, let's start over. I'm being reborn. 2011 has been incredible. Exhilarating, abundant, heartbreaking, strengthening. I'm breaking old patterns and becoming more authentic and empowered. I'm completing something cosmic. It's a new year, both academically and Jewishly (belated L'Shana Tova, my friends). I've been doing spiritual and shamanic work, much of which involves reclaiming parts of my identity that I'd lost. And it's autumn, time to allow that which doesn't aid me to die and become fertilizing material for new growth. I've decided to stop living in the past or the future, which is SO much more easily said than done, but I'm ready to act and mature. I try never to regret anything, but this year has tested that value thoroughly. Two friendships were twisted and destroyed by ego and selfishness, mine as much as theirs. May forgiveness wash over us.

So, here we are. Starting over. A new year. Some new values. A refreshed blog. A refreshed Evan. On the job market. Sending the book out. Learning how to be my own greatest ally again. And, by the by, my ever-delightful friend Lane has set me up with my own website:

Enjoy, my beautiful friends.

the poems of Lewis Carroll / Charles Dodgson
God Emperor of Dune by Frank Herbert

Outside by David Bowie

The Ren & Stimpy Show, Season 1
Brazil, directed by Terry Gilliam

Fertility Cult