Tuesday, February 22, 2011

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So I pretty well spent my weekend reading some old favorites from my childhood while playing Pokemon. Needless to say, I had the best weekend I have had in quite a while. Margaret Atwood, I will start with you. I don't like a single book you have written (not to say I have read them all by any means), save one. Oryx and Crake. But fuck is it an enchanting read. I am actually rather proud of myself for having picked it up in my wee teens, even though it was basically plucked at random. This was the catalyst to reliving my earlier literary years. From there I cracked open The House of the Scorpion by Nancy Farmer. An absolute pleasure. Who would have thought a book so geared towards adolescents having difficulty coping with becoming an individual would be so fucking good. And thank you Ursula K. Le Guin for saying the word "pleasure" four times in your back cover critique. I kindly inserted it here myself.

After putting that badboy down it was off to a few solid hours of Berenstain Bears. I cannot stress enough how happy I am about (still) owning so many of these books. Have better books been written? Probably. But I sure as shit haven't read any of them. And I definitely don't plan to. BB shall forever remain my literary pinnacle.

"This way, Scouts!"
Brother Bear said.
"Let's go while Papa
is still in bed!
Let's blaze a trail
through the wood,
by ourselves,
the way Scouts should!"

But Papa was not
still in bed.
He was waiting for them
up ahead...
"This way, Scouts!
Let's blaze that trail!
With me along
you cannot fail!"

"Wait", said Brother
"for Scout Leader Jane.
Look! Here she comes now
in her plane.
She's going to watch us
from the air!"
She wasn't too pleased
to see Papa Bear.

"What you Scouts need
is a guide like me!
I'll get you those badges!
Come! You'll see!"

"This way, Scouts!
That way is wrong.
That twisty way
will take too long!"

"But, Papa! The guidebook says:
'When blazing a trail
through swamp or bog,
NEVER step on a sunken log!..."

"And that log," said Sister,
"is a crocodile!"
Pa blazed that trail
Papa Bear style!

Brilliance. An opus.

After a good thirty (no joke) of Stan and Jan's finest, I took a peruse at my The Best Amazing Question & Answer Book. There is a definite target age group regression here. But. Do you know the wettest place on earth is Kauai, Hawaii? Or Mount Izaru, Costa Rica is the only place in the world you can see both the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans? How about Lake Huron having an island (Manitoulin) that has its very own lake spanning 41 square miles? A-lake-within-a-lake. Even has a few of its own islands. Or the intriguing fact that birds cannot move their eyes? There was a point in my life I knew these things, apparently.

In all seriousness, read Oryx and Crake if ever you have a few hours to kill. It may just be personally reminiscent, but it is seemingly a very worthwhile read.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Radiance Obstructed

If only I looked as sweet as my shadow.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Get down chum! Those aren't hard candies!

MIIIIIILLLLLTTTTTON!
Bad! Bad fish!
Fierce greenery!
Okay girls. Women.
You mean...in the bad way.
Arthur please, stop ordering food!
Now you would shoot a guy out a cannon, wouldn't you?
Okaaayy!
You are falling my friend, you are out of control. Oh, looks like I'm going solo.
Comfort, commitment, marriage. What do these things have in common? The letter C! Except marriage? And if people get all British whenever they get knocked on the head, what do British people get? I know, comatose! Another C.
Roof pig! Most unexpected!

One thing is for sure,
I love The Tick.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Schizophrenic Abstrusity (I seriously just used that in a review. How fuckin' cool is that?)

So, seeing as how this is still a globally viewed blog (I don't understand either don't worry), and although I assume it to be more a result of Shane Koyczan's being bad-ass than my potentially being nifty, I figure I might as well be placating you with some puff piece whenever I have the odd minute or two.

I have entirely too much self-concocted stress in my life. I dislike the word concocted there. I hope you were curious. That is all.

World, you are flattering me

So I am actually astounded by the number of people, globally (seriously), who are even remotely interested in what I have to say on my other blogs (and this one... somehow?) lately. Hundreds of people a day between them.. Probably doesn't seem like much, or just straight up isn't, but I still find it amazing. So many people interested in poetry, black metal reviews, collaborative angst, and whatever the fuck this blog is all about. Fuckin' eh.

On a different note, I have been listening to a ton of really good Post-Hardcore again. mewithoutYou, The Saddest Landscape, La Dispute, Mesa Verde, I Create, Pianos Become the Teeth, Touche Amore, Loma Prieta and The Apoplexy Twist Orchestra to name a handful. Brings me back a few years. Actually, check out Russian Circles too. Little bit of Post-Metal along the Isis vein. And Castevet (or CSTVT).

Sketches

If I knew what I know now then,
way back when we first met,
I'd point to the sunset and say

"I drew that for you,
see,
It's wrinkling in the rain"

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Interesting

I am curious as to why I have had people directed to my blog from the website:


So says my traffic sources.
Thank you more diet plan, for wasting random peoples time on my behalf.

Pulse/Surreal

Siren of souls
howling and piercing the night.
These are the streets,
clinic fingertips.

Sex and Violence.
A naked soul, smashed apart.
Yearning, searching, longing.
These are the streets, I call my home.

A light pressure,
reality dissolves,
I am shattered
light, streams, energy
My ground is shifting
A mosaic of senses.

Matter is running through my fingers,
time is laughing at me.
This is the world.
Pulse. Surreal.

Dude... Scorned Acorns, sweet.

http://scornedacorns.blogspot.com/

I, as always, am posting under Skullduggery, so don't bother reading those.