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MY MOST RECENT WORKS
Words
Its been dubbed "The City Beautiful".For any city, the moniker is misnomer.
Did Bramante shape for Saint Peter, a brutalist basilica?
Did Michelangelo paint ticker tape
and pantsuits upon the Sistine rafters?
How, concrete jungle, ill for biodiversity,
do you claim congruence to the Amazon,
instead of commercial apple orchard?
Pictures
Let's see how that Zohran guy handles this!
Other
Hey everyone, I guess I'm doing better this week than the last couple but its still a struggle. I'm sure my poems this week speak to my mindset recently more than a post trying to explcitly spell them out, but a strange pessimisstic malaise just creeps over me sometimes. Its like a weight thats constantly accumulating until your spine breaks under the pressure, and every moment is spent waiting for that moment, the catharsis of being right about your spine breaking in due time. Maybe its dramatic to frame a mood like that, but the feeling is that powerful; the feeling is ubiquitous and binds every faculty. Grass is less green, the birds sing off-key, and there's a blockage in the fountain of creativity that requires drilling to break through. I think its peculiar how difficult it is to convey that, that an omnipresence can defy our languange and understanding. Hopefully these poems and this blog can help me and all of us defy it.
Birdie