Notes from a Simulated Underground
Archive for July 13, 2009
Marocharim • July 13, 2009
The fireflies gathered Quickly, rapidly Like clocks, for the kapre‘s moment of thought. He stood atop the kahuy Carefully, quietly And saw the two lovers holding each other’s hands. The lovers kissed Gently, sweetly And never saw the monster or the iput-ipot around. The kapre mouthed Tan’awun ta’ka And watched as the lovers held each [...]
Marocharim • July 13, 2009
He who tries Will be wasted Feed my eyes Now you’ve sewn them shut. – Alice in Chains, “Man In The Box” Facelift, Columbia Records (1991)
Marocharim • July 13, 2009
I used to play the keyboard reasonably well. Among the instruments that I’ve tried – from guitars to wood flutes to harmonicas to drum kits – it’s in piano where I first learned to read (and tried to write and compose) music. I didn’t have a piano teacher, so I never really became a virtuoso [...]
There are things I'm afraid to tell myself. Instead, I choose to reveal them the world. In sickness, in spite, in all unpleasantness, even in disease. I'm a babbler, a ranter, a writer: neither spiteful nor kind, neither rascal or honorable man. Neither hero or vermin.
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