This Is a Career, Son
Mister Jones,
is he in the room,
under woods,
on the line?
No, he’s killing me, boarding
my soul with cheap fire.
Etude 2017-11 — I’m Looking for the Monster, but He Hides So Well
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 8, 2017
Etude 2017-10 — The Suffering Was Real but We’re Here
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 7, 2017
Etude 2017-9 — What the Dog Thought He Ate for Dinner
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 6, 2017
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On Tuesday, Meditation Did Big Things to Me
Some days, I’m
healed, craving deep,
frozen time,
holding this
now, wishing for old friends, but
they’re gone, so I sit.
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By Myself, I Can’t Get Back Up Again
I fall in
roadside ditches, mud
splashes my
face, smothers
my blown hopes, but some grant me
grace, allow me life.
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One Day, In My Cage, I Ceased Fighting
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 4, 2017
This is a soundscape but with dramatic shape. This kind of post-modernism is not agreeable to most people, but it’s where I am right now — I feel so comfortable mired in the muck.
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When the Space Is Crashing In On Me
I’ve lost all
battles, drying out
in fierce winds,
waiting for a permanent history
where I fall no more
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Very Short Etude 2017-1 — One Day I lost My Skin
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 3, 2017
