Yep, I'm sorry in advance. Not much cheery stuff to be found here at the moment. If its fun you want, go look at the Red Meat comic strip website. Good stuff. Anyway, this little peice of moping that wanders and goes nowhere actually has a title. Hey, it happens to the best of us. (note: structure of the poem has been altered since first posting on the 29th)

Venetian Blind(ed)

Sunlight pokes through
shut shades –
dots portrayed
while/where
i lay
and feign interest in
starting .

Sunlight streams through
slanted shades
(and cracked tint) -
portraying a
((sk)/vi)ew(ed)
but whou asked?

Sunlight bleeds through
slits and hints
at salient silence -
fadingly defying the
desire of dark/ness
by /less

then will
i stir
to sleep.

Random Original Poetry, courtesy of M(e/yself), and unoutFluences.

...and on an impersonal note: I saw the movie Blow the other night...excellent movie.

Be random.

Random Info: Tonight I went to a Devil Rays game (they lost, 5-2 to the Texas Rangers) and won a box of cigars! Thank you, that is all (for now).

"I needed to make a film from this novel because the words burn off the page. Like a hangman's noose, the words scorch your neck with rope burn and drag you into the sub-sub-basement we humans build beneath hell. Why do we do it? Because we choose to live the dream instead of choosing to live the life." Director Darren Aronofsky on his film adaptation of Hubert Selby Jr.'s Requiem for a Dream.

I just bought this movie today, and have already forbidden my parents from seeing it. A word of warning: don't bother to buy or rent the rated version. Go straight for the unrated director's cut. You'll thank me after you're done crawling out of a pit of dispair.

Nothing much to say. I'm reading Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard at the moment, but at the rate I'm reading it, I'll be done when they rise from the grave on Judgement Day. Been listening to the new Placebo CD, Black Market Music. You know its a good CD when it makes all the equalizer bands peak on your stereo. Been exercising somewhat, taking naps to make up for the lack of sleep at night (yay college habits!), and in general still being a lazy, procrastinating bastard. I haven't written anything, or read anything worth posting (or that I feel like typing). On the plus side, I've shaved off about 20 pounds...I don't know from where, but I know its missing. So, if you find 1/10th of a Brandon lying around, be a pal and mail it to me. Thank you, that is all (for now).

I was sitting here, listening to various slices of musical h(e)aven, and this song popped into my head. The CD is in my car, and I really don't want to go get it, so I'm posting the lyrics and singing them to myself in my head.

today is a lovely day to run
start up the car with the sun

packing blankets and dirty sheets
a roomful of dust and a broom to sweep up
all the troubles you and i have seen

cross when the drawbridge light is green
don't look back to that messed up scene

packing blankets and dirty sheets
a roomful of dust and a broom to sweep up
all the troubles you and i have seen

and all our troubles will be gone
blowing out over that bridge
floating up into the sky
making the storm clouds cry

la da da da da
la la da da da da

put out that smoke and breath some air
get a new name and cut your hair

packing blankets and dirty sheets
a room full of dust and a broom to sweep up
all the troubles you and i have seen
Eels - Packing Blankets

Mmm...alcohol and nightswimming! A winning combination! - Lenny The Simpsons

It is now Sunday, and Silence reigns supreme.

Well, it happened again. Neurons were fired, connections occurred, impulses travelled, mistakes were made, and a new poem found its way onto my blog. I apologize. This one is untitled. (Personal note: I'm starting to prefer leaving poems untitled. Don't know why. Maybe my laziness is seeping into my writing...well, ok, its ALWAYS been in my writing, but it only came out in papers demanded of me by teachers. )

White walls hug
huddled-on-the-floor-
af(RAID)
[of/on]
your(SELF).
Brightness bound
by rayzors(art-if
icial sunset,
with to-match hues);
Already lo(o)se.

Rings round eyes/
in phone (are)
intoned but un-
heard over
meantall
clo(S)edeyess(tA)r(T)ingtoenv(i)sion(C)omfort?
GoodWill trusted
to tape.

Play?
(NO hear)
Listen.
then opEN.

Random Original Poetry, courtesy of M(e/yself), and unoutFluences.

Alright, so I'm not posting nealy as much as I originally intended, or wanted to. I'll get better, I promise, once I figure out what the heck I'm doing here in the first place. Anyway, while I'm pondering this great mystery, I'll leave you with a poem from your favorite poet and mine, e e cummings.

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g can

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the m

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of

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tilLnes
s

Sorry about the relative dearth of postings lately...I've got some things brewing, though (and its not iced tea, though I could use a glass) and at least one of them should be posted by the end of the week. Trust me, it'll be worth the wait. And if it isn't....well, what're you going to do about it? send me junk mail? Bah! In the mean time, I leave you with these pearls of wisdom I wrote many years ago:

I motion we reinstate natural selection back into society.
Ignorance is the ultimate act of self-hatred.
Ignore the obvious, it's been done.
I'm not insane, I'm just in sharper focus.
Fairness is for Commies.
Boredom is the Great Motivator.
Irony is the Great Equalizer.
If it makes sense, you're obviously looking at it wrong.
Excuse me while I point and laugh.
Can't talk now. I'm busy taking over a third world nation in a military coup.
And the best one...
I'm not really lazy, I'm just rationing out my use of cartilage to avoid arthritis in my later years.

Is it time for Cy's Rant-o-Rama Vol. 2? Oh I think so.

Today's topic: Drug companies.
In today's society, pills do everything from kill cancer (the new Gleevec, which the company that manufactures it will provide for free to uninsured patients....rock on!) to grow hair (Propecia, broken pills of which cannot be handled by expectant mothers....sounds good, eh?). However, the products don't bother me that much. Its the advertising. Prilosec is the biggest problem. Their commercial consists of "Prilosec! The Purple Pill! Ask your Doctor about The Purple Pill!" That's it! Well, I don't WANT to ask my doctor about the purple pill, I just want to know what the hell it DOES! I'm afriad I'll go into the doctor's, ask for the purple pill, and be told "Sorry, that pill's for syphalytic expectant mothers who plan on handling broken tablets of Propecia." Oh well, guess I just wasn't meant to know some things.
The final broken pill of logic I have to point out is brought to you by Rogaine, the baldness treatment....its "Stronger than heridity." No, sorry guys, it's NOT! When you stop using it, genetics will once again reign supreme and make you bald once more! Bah!
Thank you, that's it for Cy's Rant-o-Rama Vol. 2.

Look for Cy's Rant-o-Rama Vol. 3, coming to a blogspot near you.

Dang it, Life! How do you expect Time to heal those wounds if you keep picking at them???

"Is the socalled poet a victim of galloping egocentricity or is he just plain simpleminded?"

My immediate response to such a question would be: and why not both?
e e cummings, exerpted from nonlecture 1: i & my parents

roadside debris...blown-out tires? ...rusty washing machines? ...empty coke cans? ...may as well be. Its my poetry archive.

I'll bet you are flying inside.
E

Well, another creativity (boredom?) burst has given birth to more pretentious, trite typing. Hope ya'll get a smile out of this one.

She smiles,
And touches tongue-to-teeth;
Speaking in hues of blues.
I grin,
And lift life-to-lips;
Laughing in shades of green.
Together we're yellow
(that of soft sunsets,
and spring days,
and daisies).

Random Original Poetry, courtesy of M(e/yself), and unoutFluences.

Oh yeah, and a much belated but no less honest thank you to Rachel the Magnificent for inspiring me to make this little egocentric page, and attach a guestbook to it as well.

markers along the road...the electronic equivalent of putting your initials on a tree.

just another lonely night

hearing
precipitation of rain on roofs
and
precipitation of sweat on sheets
while
pounding out names unmissed-placed
to
tortuous times.

hearing
Me as I enfold You
and
You enfold I
while
whispering words oft (un)heard
to
offset whats been (un)done

and left (un)said.

Random Original Poetry, courtesy of M(e/yself), and unoutFluences

Time for a mini-rant. Today's topic: cell phone companies. First, I think cell phones are fine. I have no real big problems with them. However, it is time for service companies to GET A FREAKIN' CLUE.
1. Cingular Wireless - the wireless company that believes in the value of self expression. Beg your pardon? "Be different! Give US money instead of our competitors!" And as if that moronic slogan wasn't enough, they've come up with such overpowering statements of stupidity as "Silence is weird." However, their (lack of) talent for creating catch phrases doesn't stop there. They steal lines from famous people, famous DEAD people, to promote their service. Hear that constant spinning and whirring sound? That's Martin Luther King, Jr. spinning in his grave after hearing part of his "I have a dream" speech used in a freaking WIRELESS COMMERCIAL FOR SERVICE PROMOTION.
2. Alltell Wireless. These brilliant folks have a commercial which show people chained to various things as they walk around...computers, copy machines, washer and dryers, etc, basically saying we're all tied down to our tasks. What better way to solve this problem than by getting a cell phone! Yes! Having your boss being able to contact you whenever and wherever they want is a brilliant way to break the chains that bind you to work. Cell phones are NOT an escape from tasks. They force you to spend MORE time connected to what you dislike...
Thank you, that's it for Cy's Rant-o-Rama Vol. 1.

Look for Cy's Rant-o-Rama Vol. 2, coming to a blogspot near you.

Neque porro quisquam est qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit...
-
There is no one who loves pain itself, who seeks after it and wants to have it, simply because it is pain...
Cicero

" And here, as always, I speak from my own totally biased and entirely personal point of view." - e e cummings

Ok, so I'm lazy. But at least I'm lazy with good intentions. Here's the last bit of a William Wordsworth ode...its several pages long, so forgive me for not typing the whole thing. However, it's beautiful, and a nice contrast to the rest of what've been posted so far.

And O ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,
Forebode not any severing of our loves!
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquish'ed one delight
To live beneath your more habitual sway.
I love the brooks which down their channels fret,
Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they;
The innocent brightness of a new-born Day
Is lovely yet;
The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Excerpted from e e cummings' i six nonlectures

Before I continue to post, I suppose I should state my intent for having this blog in the first place. I have none. Ok, I'm here to randomly write, befuddle, muddle, inform, entertain, convince, connive, depress, elate, support, inspire, drain, (insert what you believe my intent is/was here), and to twistandtugandpushandpull your mind (or maybe just mine). Feel free to e-mail me should you wish to discuss a post or whatnot (cycoe@aol.com). For now, I leave you with a haiku (easy and fast to write...gotta love it).

Collapse out of bed
Ready to face no new day
But the crimson night.

i slump and envision friends flaying flesh.
Sweet s(t)inging of sharp strips
away my soul –
and i tHrAsH
while You lash in.

So i s l a s h
through -skVin- with shrieking steel
-again-
exposing white soul
or merely insulating layers of fat.

Random Original Poetry, courtesy of M(e/yself), and unoutFluences

Welcome to Lost and (con)Found. Enjoy what you can (which is surprisingly little).