City dear city,
Hear the rumbling subway from underground
And feel the groaning which knaws from inside
And the fist-fighting rage of dark-alleyways
And unmitigated exhales of instinct
And thoughtless wrecks of innocence
And pounding heads into pulp upon dinner-tables
And flashing sunlight above the skies
My dear city.
It's funny, I noticed today, after looking through my blog; I seem unable to write a single positive or optimistic poem. Probably the only one posted on here is Noon, other than that, all of my poems seem to be so cynical and morose. . . .even when I'm feeling great, I still must write something cynical
I have tried writing some positive stuff, but it always comes out (from my perspective) as typical and cliched. I suppose my only output of optimism can be found in my prose,
Canít seem to connect
with the cosmos
A hard ticket
Lost Highway - Okay, one thing is for sure about David Lynch's Lost Highway, you probably will never see another film like it. It is, in my opinion, Lynch's darkest, certainly his coldest leaving the audience with little empathy for any of the characters, except maybe young Jimmy.
Okay, this is one of the most underrated films of the 90's, but it does possess something that the critics in 1997 were right about, it is an excersise in style, though that doesn't mean that it's an empty
Updated 10-05-2009 at 11:24 AM by DanielBenoit
Well, this morning after getting off of LitNet and msn, I went up stairs to do the dishes, then some job hunting. With extreme luck, I found something at this online magazine based in Milwaukee. The best positions weren't open of course, but the photography examiner one was!
This is perfect, because I don't have to even leave the comfort of my house; I just have to submit a certian number of articles each week or month, and I get paid through Pay-Pal, the pay being far above minimum
Updated 10-05-2009 at 02:03 AM by DanielBenoit