From your local city poet, and in case you Dj's dont know it, let's push things forward.
Well, it happened. It's been a little over a month since I've been back, and I already want to go back out to Dallas. Work is killing me. I don't mind what my job description, it's just some of the people I have to work with, that don't seem to care about their job and bring everyone else down. But enough of all that.
For those that don't know, The Armenian from Fresno has a like for writing poetry. This is a bit of what I've been working on.
"Expressive Peroration or Subversive Palaver?"
A Prose by
Alan Robert Sarkisian
Chapter 1: The Desire
Eyes that never saw such surreal fortune of darkness, emptied into fears
of light flickering amidst the tiresome haze of cosmic emotionless tears.
Winds that murmur and scatter like siroccos on sandy shores, free
as the children of heart-felt innocence yearning only to live and see.
Within the seclusion of truth and anguish exists a man, capable of
understanding the good, the divine, the evil of knowledge and love
for the abstract. A furrowed brow marks this man; his eyes so restless
with defining and negating the phantasmal scale of death and bliss.
Gazing out through two caustic windows of brilliance, he sees the cheer
and warmth of nature calling, imploring him to be anywhere but here.
Like a crucified carnal messiah, glorifying the sacred yet corporeal relieving
of suffering, this man grabs his skin of warmth and takes his leaving.
Brisk, unfeeling, stable, deified: the ground serves its noble purpose,
abiding to the law that dictates absoluteness and reason. The purest
satiation according to this man: the instrument of a cynosural God:
excellence beautified with dignity exalted in comparison to the flawed.
"But if to often, an unveiled brightness should fall upon worn shoulders
provoking contemplation, perhaps then an endless series of molded years
would cease its tracks. A turning point would prevail and force this
thought: a unison of unsettled actions, a cherub on a pale horse, to kiss.
Embracing that which cannot be sought, or loved, or hated abides
so strongly to human nature; so much that it causes one's pride
to flee and reside in artifacts of worship. It would only be then
that the world of the living would intersect the world of men."
Though rust breathes so harmoniously through metric spaces,
to recall apt performance, would shy away this pace
of pursuit. "But trust me, it must be musty"; a turn
within this mobius, would postpone the will to yearn.
Breath of sweet tainted death, noble rapture of life and its compliment,
solidify the solicitude that this man understands; untie the firmament
of a dualistic Heaven; sing, to flood and feud this gasp for a gesture
worthy of unbinding the syzygy, ensuring the collapse of Form's texture.
More will come in the following days, or weeks.
Music watch!
Eileen got to see Beulah live, and witnessed the sheer awesomeness of them, I recommend everyone to check them out.
Warp records have been a bit slow with releases lately, so I've had the chance to listen to some more stuff from the Definitive Jux label. For those that like experimental-indie hiphop, I seriously recommend looking up their catalogue. For starters look up Aesop Rock, El-p. But for today, I'd like to recommend R2DJ. I guess the best way to explain what it sounds like is Garage-Exp. hiphop. Definitely worth a listen.
For those that don't know, The Armenian from Fresno has a like for writing poetry. This is a bit of what I've been working on.
"Expressive Peroration or Subversive Palaver?"
A Prose by
Alan Robert Sarkisian
Chapter 1: The Desire
Eyes that never saw such surreal fortune of darkness, emptied into fears
of light flickering amidst the tiresome haze of cosmic emotionless tears.
Winds that murmur and scatter like siroccos on sandy shores, free
as the children of heart-felt innocence yearning only to live and see.
Within the seclusion of truth and anguish exists a man, capable of
understanding the good, the divine, the evil of knowledge and love
for the abstract. A furrowed brow marks this man; his eyes so restless
with defining and negating the phantasmal scale of death and bliss.
Gazing out through two caustic windows of brilliance, he sees the cheer
and warmth of nature calling, imploring him to be anywhere but here.
Like a crucified carnal messiah, glorifying the sacred yet corporeal relieving
of suffering, this man grabs his skin of warmth and takes his leaving.
Brisk, unfeeling, stable, deified: the ground serves its noble purpose,
abiding to the law that dictates absoluteness and reason. The purest
satiation according to this man: the instrument of a cynosural God:
excellence beautified with dignity exalted in comparison to the flawed.
"But if to often, an unveiled brightness should fall upon worn shoulders
provoking contemplation, perhaps then an endless series of molded years
would cease its tracks. A turning point would prevail and force this
thought: a unison of unsettled actions, a cherub on a pale horse, to kiss.
Embracing that which cannot be sought, or loved, or hated abides
so strongly to human nature; so much that it causes one's pride
to flee and reside in artifacts of worship. It would only be then
that the world of the living would intersect the world of men."
Though rust breathes so harmoniously through metric spaces,
to recall apt performance, would shy away this pace
of pursuit. "But trust me, it must be musty"; a turn
within this mobius, would postpone the will to yearn.
Breath of sweet tainted death, noble rapture of life and its compliment,
solidify the solicitude that this man understands; untie the firmament
of a dualistic Heaven; sing, to flood and feud this gasp for a gesture
worthy of unbinding the syzygy, ensuring the collapse of Form's texture.
More will come in the following days, or weeks.
Music watch!
Eileen got to see Beulah live, and witnessed the sheer awesomeness of them, I recommend everyone to check them out.
Warp records have been a bit slow with releases lately, so I've had the chance to listen to some more stuff from the Definitive Jux label. For those that like experimental-indie hiphop, I seriously recommend looking up their catalogue. For starters look up Aesop Rock, El-p. But for today, I'd like to recommend R2DJ. I guess the best way to explain what it sounds like is Garage-Exp. hiphop. Definitely worth a listen.