"Veni, Vidi, Vici"

Forgive me, my thought process sometimes lacks discipline. I have strange ideas. I'm a sort of armchair philosopher turned poet. This is a writer's blog, but I do not publish my finished work here. I post fragments, pieces, ideas; works in progress. I test out ideas that may or may not become more fully realized. I write flash fiction and poetry. I love generic transgression and experimental poetry. I write mostly about art and failed romance. When all else fails, I post things that inspire me.

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Sunday, October 14, 2012

Also scary

A writer friend recently asked the party-game question of Fuck, Marry, Kill:

His answer: Homer (post-blind), Dorothy Parker, Oscar Wilde.

Mine: Sadly (strangely?), Scott Fitzgerald for all three. Most likely in that order. However, I must make clear that killing him wouldn't entail murder. I just think that, given his heart trouble, being married to me would probably kill him.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Scared you a bit

Admit it. Some of this is frightening. Some of life is frightening. Slices of my life bleed through the edges of this page, smearing onto the keys, staining fingers, it gets into your eyes, blurring the boundary between reality and fiction, blurring self and other. Perhaps all boundary lines are myths.