1) An otherwise earnest alcove of the internet 2) The minutiae of every life is probably the stuff of poetry 3) A time-capsule of improvement? 4) An index of failings? 5) Of things I forgot to write? 6) Not so much bridging the chasm between high and low brow since 2011. 7) Dilettante-ish young man writing self-indulgent and sometimes socially conscious (I hope) poetry and short-fiction.
I’ve taken the liberty of using and editing some Soviet H-bomb test footage found here as well as a quiet sampling of Joy Division’s “New Dawn Fades” (unintentionally ironic, yes?) for its atmospheric qualities in addition to a foreboding BBC transmission standby card.
It’s noble Like Argon, Life’s a Gas and we’re inert Together A creative Hindenburg, I asked you to combust To Inflame me Overstimulated with your hydrogenous, androgynous smile The one I would come revile I exploded Disfigured and unsightly Naked as I was
Your disquieting muse Walking and Smoking Stagnant Filaments and fuses have smoked Lights out and you’re disquieted I failed to adhere to the rules, rules, rules
As T-Rex said “it doesn’t matter at all. Life’s a Gas”