Hey guys, I've been busy working on my other blogs (dun dun dun) bohococo and dumbsville , but here oh here is some more poetry for you. And just wait for it: an announcement of an upcoming show to be posted soon to this blog! Holy crapnuggets! (that's not part of the poem)
he lived life in the empty margins of the shopping market parking lot eating grasshoppers and dreaming of morphine and a glass girl who slipped beyond him on morning jogs into the tool shack of a neighbor’s yard. the ramshackled red tin veneer bled beauty into the morning sky
and he assailed on into the mystic with legs beating the concrete with a blue band tight upon his head.
Hey guys, I wrote a series of six poems called "Dreams of the magi." Here's the final poem. Let me know if you want more.
dreams of the magi: empty glass
when their dreams had exhausted, their journey near finished, the wise men stopped at a tiny village and held ceremony together with a bottle of wine. the three drank and remembered they had vowed not to learn another’s names.
when the glass emptied, the third magi stood and spoke.
“I am tired of this. only, no, I am tired of having to be this; I want to have dreams unburdened, my friends. I would like to be a small child myself, to be that savior that only must live, and if living, dream, and if dreaming, simply imagine a world that could be and to not care if it comes, if it goes. brothers, I do not know your names. if you were to leave, to pass, wander again in different ways, it would be all the same. no one is born to fulfill a responsibility, yet we have devoured the desert, tramped the dunes, come to this establishment, drank the wine. what of that? who will sing now, and happily?
I had a dream last night where I saw myself in this very moment breaking a glass.”
his empty wine glass was a lover; daunting yet sophisticated. he clutched it close to his face and began to sob.
Hey guys, here's a new poem. And followers, please follow me along to the two new blogs I'm doing as well (bohococo.blogspot.com and dumbsville.blogspot.com). Thanks, groovy people. Boho!
D is for the grand failures, the sore economies, the bungled adventures, and all robbed and beaten whores in alleyways collecting the remnants of beautiful wigs dashed about by scoundrels and varmints;
other things occupy the same space as love on rainy days: grey gargoyle bits: punks: pistol fools: sour milk: mashed teeth: mittens and kitten hearts: painful soliloquies: architects’ sobriety: tardy students;
oloph and erggo and arriivvii and the sim sim;
go in the gusto, kid, grab your rain coat and slip it down the drain into the wonderworld of the forgotten beasts;
I saw a mother pick up the little kids with two hands and push them about, slinking with bravado the grand structure of do-this and do-that;
in the season, we as such want our best friends to make us pretty, to construct a myth of our liking, and to push us down a ravine
Hey freaks, how's it going? Well, guess what? Christopher's got himself two new blogs (and so can you!). First off, all the regular arty/writerly posts that have been featured here for over a year are now mostly going to be posted on:
so definitely stay with me and check out the later adventures of the Savage there. The other blog is going to be a comedy blog that will sate my desires towards what-the-hell ever:
and I have to say, the first post already has me feeling the good ol' blog fever. Finally, not to worry: I'll still post from time to time here. The main reason for the two new blogs, however, are such that I'm kind of tired of the name 'austinnewblog' and after dada month, I felt the tinge of electric creativity bite me hard, and wanted two new outlets to really explore what was happening already. So we got new forms, the future is change. Stay with me folks. Make the transition. Okay. Boho Coco!