June 2011
51 posts
William Bujianik
William Bujianik.
I heard a poem once.
I heard a poem about a vest on a clothesline and something to do with rhyming.
I’ve never had a clothesline.
My father bought my mother one of those electric ones.
I suppose I didn’t really get the poem,
because I’ve never had a clothesline.
It’s pretty fascinating the concept of clotheslines.
Maybe the author didn’t...
Me, Ago
Oh, you don’t know, no, you don’t know, if it’s you you’re fighting for, and that scares you, oh, it scares you, and it’s scared you times before. On the river, on the river, you were shaking beneath the bridge, and that tears you, and it tells you, you might be far from it. You threw your body from the bridge, down to the river that was “raging”, and...
Semper in Ager
Matthew 13:44
The kingdom of heaven is like a treasure, stumbled upon, buried again, and then possessed through purchase by a price of totality, of everything. It’s not the other way ‘round. We don’t buy this earth with our newly found treasure. New tokens aren’t purchased with our newfangled wealth. God isn’t a bargaining chip, quite the opposite in fact. No, the...
“I’ve never written anything that I’ve enjoyed upon reading.”
– Christian Tenbrook
Fourth of July
I miss fields, with grass to my knees, and the innocence, of fireworks, but you wouldn’t know anything about that. Not you, me.
Unto the Nothing
A Speakeasy in Brooklyn, 1922
MAN stands center stage. A large crowd fills the “blind tiger” behind him. His tie loose, his dark hair drenched, he speaks.
MAN:
When does it end?
I heard a preacher-man say once: “God lives at the end of your rope.” I feel I have lost sight of this rope all together.
(He thinks, shifting his posture)
When will we, as dead men, stop...
Anonymous asked: question: are you dating anyone?
secret: i stumbled upon your blog after manchester orchestra retweeted you, and i just love everything about it.
secret: i stumbled upon your blog after manchester orchestra retweeted you, and i just love everything about it.
Anonymous asked: how many books have you written/are writing?
“There’s this bloody hole inside each. The illusions of Love and Hate are...”
– Christian Tenbrook in The Desires of Man
“It was the kind of noise that transcended sound. The type that skipped the ears...”
– Excerpt from “The Hourless Blunder” by Christian Tenbrook
Tragoediantelp
“What do you dream about the most,” the figure asked with tilted chin. The man began to weep.
Is Everyone in the Room?
He was doing what he always wanted.
Sort of.
There was a cigarette that had been left burning in a silver ash tray on the desk’s corner. I couldn’t tell if it was the cause of my itching eyes, or if they were still recovering from their bout with THC that morning. I assumed it was the latter; though, I didn’t recall them being so irritated earlier in the day. The inevitable...
