another good friend. i'm wealthy when it comes to friendships. i've been fortunate in that. there are so many that mean so much to me. and out of all of you, i've only met one. crazy.
i lost a few in the last 14 years, but that happens i suppose. anyway, thanks, Brian! keep up the good work and keep the pen to the paper as long as you can. i'm proof that you never know when it might just leave you for good.
i'll still be around, though lurking more in the corners and the hallways than roughing it up in the mosh pit. my departure will leave just a touch more elbow room for all you real poets to work in. not much, but maybe just enough that you can all pen the truly wonderful elegies that so terribly eluded me.
Hosh- i wish i could brother. i've definitely given up on the hustle. i just don't have it in me anymore. the writing is gone for now. has been for awhile, actually. i'm not closing myself to its eventual return, but for now...it just ain't there. damnedest thing, really. i try to write and it's like i'm some kind of daft troglodyte holding a pencil. things are all muddled in the brain. add to that this dread of sending my shit out only to be rejected time and again...
it's too much. i think i'm just too overwhelmed at this point. i need to be perfectly whelmed, or even underwhelmed in order to create. that's just me.
anyway, you two are good friends and thank you. i'll be back one day, maybe. and i'll shine like the polished turd that i am! :)
"lurking more in the corners and the hallways...". jb, it ain't so bad down here, bro! little hot, but fuck it! as god is my witness, I needed to sweat off a few pounds...
well hell. good to hear from you, man. i think i owe you an email or two. sorry 'bout that. seems i'll be seeing you soon. glad to know it ain't too bad. hot is fine; i'm a skinny mofo and can handle the heat as well as anyone.
remember those good ol' days? we had some fun creating the new myths of generation. whatever happened to those two passionate, driven, confident artists?
absolutely! I remember you said, "punk rock poetry". that sums the "good ol'" up to a T for me. just 2 anonymous and unknown shit stains sharpening their swords. that was the pinnacle for this closet writer. note, I didn't say "ex". nor should you, my friend. now, kick back and enjoy what you have created! "you have come far, pilgrim". very far, indeed!
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sorry to see you go, jb.
this blog got me started over at UPRIGHT.
*blows taps, softly, on his trumpet*
go gently...
be well,
lcb
thanks to the both of you.
good friends you are; two of many.
it's been a good ride
and we had fun
peace
ah ballecks.
dont back off too far now.
bmcg,
another good friend. i'm wealthy when it comes to friendships. i've been fortunate in that. there are so many that mean so much to me. and out of all of you, i've only met one. crazy.
i lost a few in the last 14 years, but that happens i suppose.
anyway, thanks, Brian! keep up the good work and keep the pen to the paper as long as you can. i'm proof that you never know when it might just leave you for good.
i'll still be around, though lurking more in the corners and the hallways than roughing it up in the mosh pit. my departure will leave just a touch more elbow room for all you real poets to work in. not much, but maybe just enough that you can all pen the truly wonderful elegies that so terribly eluded me.
onward and upward.
will you be hangin' with chris k.? 'cause i haven't seen nor heard from 'im in forever.
What is this man? A literary suicide?
No need to quit writing...maybe quit the skull-fucking drudge of the hustle to publish--that I can see, but don't stop writing man.
Take it from me, you'll regret it. The writing is its own kind of tiny victory...the rest is just the rest.
CAR-
yeah...i got kornackied! and man does it smart...
Hosh-
i wish i could brother. i've definitely given up on the hustle. i just don't have it in me anymore. the writing is gone for now. has been for awhile, actually. i'm not closing myself to its eventual return, but for now...it just ain't there. damnedest thing, really. i try to write and it's like i'm some kind of daft troglodyte holding a pencil. things are all muddled in the brain. add to that this dread of sending my shit out only to be rejected time and again...
it's too much. i think i'm just too overwhelmed at this point. i need to be perfectly whelmed, or even underwhelmed in order to create. that's just me.
anyway, you two are good friends and thank you. i'll be back one day, maybe. and i'll shine like the polished turd that i am! :)
hey, Donovan left,
and he came back...
same with your pen, JB,
it will be back...
Be well,
Luis
the grateful dead went on hiatus for two years in 75 and 76 and came back to one of their finest eras of music.
you'll be back son.
"lurking more in the corners and the hallways...". jb, it ain't so bad down here, bro! little hot, but fuck it! as god is my witness, I needed to sweat off a few pounds...
love ya, (ya know)
salvatore
well hell.
good to hear from you, man. i think i owe you an email or two. sorry 'bout that.
seems i'll be seeing you soon. glad to know it ain't too bad. hot is fine; i'm a skinny mofo and can handle the heat as well as anyone.
remember those good ol' days? we had some fun creating the new myths of generation. whatever happened to those two passionate, driven, confident artists?
"remember those good ol' days?".
absolutely! I remember you said, "punk rock poetry". that sums the "good ol'" up to a T for me. just 2 anonymous and unknown shit stains sharpening their swords. that was the pinnacle for this closet writer. note, I didn't say "ex". nor should you, my friend. now, kick back and enjoy what you have created! "you have come far, pilgrim". very far, indeed!
salvatore
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