Monday, October 7, 2013
Sunday, October 6, 2013
The Failure Of The Future
"Hauntology is a radically different relationship to the past, the lost opportunities of which still haunt us today as their unrealized potential. It is this paradoxical idea of a future that never came, of other possible worlds that may still be present, or maybe yet to come, which constitutes the central feature of those artists grouped under the name Hauntology." -Nightoftheworld.com
Song by Demdike Stare (click picture)
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Saturday, October 5, 2013
Friday, October 4, 2013
In The Dimming
My muscles ache with away
in the room that is the terrible night.
The fox calling, tripping
itself into clumsy cannibalism -
tail, tooth, nail,
circle into singularity
until nothing but this speck
of heat
burning my tongue
down through tissue
to the heart.
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I wrote this poem within this last year.
in the room that is the terrible night.
The fox calling, tripping
itself into clumsy cannibalism -
tail, tooth, nail,
circle into singularity
until nothing but this speck
of heat
burning my tongue
down through tissue
to the heart.
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I wrote this poem within this last year.
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Question In The Quiet
Where does time go?
Into the black mouth of night.
Photographer Unknown
Song by Glen Grey & Orchestra (click picture)
Small poem by me at 3am
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Labels:
glen grey,
green,
hotel room,
insomnia,
music,
my writing,
Poetry (mine),
YouTube
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
We Have Always Lived Here
Labels:
Clint Mansell,
film score,
Last Night,
music,
orange,
trees,
YouTube
Monday, September 30, 2013
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Saturday, September 28, 2013
I Love You So Much
What if zombies are simply the purest embodiment of dysfunctional love? Their desire to join with "the other" is so frenetic and insatiable that it can only be expressed by consuming them.
Photographer unknown.
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Photographer unknown.
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Friday, September 27, 2013
Home Sweet Home
I am currently in love with the poetry of Laurie Sheck.
A Quiet Skin
Thinking has a quiet skin. But I feel the break and fled of things inside it.
Blue hills most gentle in calm light, then stretches of assail
And ransack. Such tangles of charred wreckage, shrapnel-bits
Singling and singeing where they fall. I feel the stumbling gait of what I am,
The quiet uproar of undone, how to be hidden is a tempting, violent thing—
Each thought breaking always in another.
All the unlawful elsewheres rushing in.
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A Quiet Skin
Thinking has a quiet skin. But I feel the break and fled of things inside it.
Blue hills most gentle in calm light, then stretches of assail
And ransack. Such tangles of charred wreckage, shrapnel-bits
Singling and singeing where they fall. I feel the stumbling gait of what I am,
The quiet uproar of undone, how to be hidden is a tempting, violent thing—
Each thought breaking always in another.
All the unlawful elsewheres rushing in.
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Thursday, September 26, 2013
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Night Walking
Labels:
ambient,
Ben Cordia,
landscapes,
Moon Wiring Club,
night,
photography,
YouTube
Monday, September 23, 2013
Monday, October 17, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Pumpkin Hollow's Jackos at Primitives By Kathy
Our Jack O'Lanterns are now on sale at retailer/wholesaler Primitives By Kathy! They've enlarged and illuminated several of our jackos, including traditional, sinister & ghost babies. Check them out.
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Wednesday, June 22, 2011
New Jack O'Lanterns



Loads of new jack o'lanterns will be hitting the shop over the next couple of weeks as we begin to gear up for Halloween.
Pumpkin Hollow
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