tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post8162099686552220785..comments2023-07-12T03:49:56.593-07:00Comments on CombatWords!: Combatwords, Friday January 14, 2011: Identity and RealityKhakjaan Wessingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501187261486087495noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-25085813415439123152011-01-17T09:00:12.285-08:002011-01-17T09:00:12.285-08:00He sat there gazing into the computer screen. The ...He sat there gazing into the computer screen. The title of the yet to be written paper the focus of his gaze. "What is human nature". <br /><br />Where to begin? he thought. He was stopped by the mass of the subject. He would under most other circumstances refer to the internet and apply a barrage of already articulated text. A collage glued together with a couple sentences and changed Angushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15500322577187920144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-59656480261744489102011-01-16T18:53:36.518-08:002011-01-16T18:53:36.518-08:00“My son is a beast,” Miss Evelyn is saying as I’m ...“My son is a beast,” Miss Evelyn is saying as I’m changing her sheets. <br /><br />Uh-huh. I’ve heard it all before. She’s a quieter person now, thanks to her new medication, but the subject of her monologues once she warms up, is the same. Her son is a beast. Her daughter-in-law is a demon. Her grandchildren are monsters.<br /><br />I decide this isn’t her dementia talking. I’ve been an Sandra Jayehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02232819586186001943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-43578833272868189682011-01-15T19:56:23.294-08:002011-01-15T19:56:23.294-08:00You say, “All my secrets guard themselves,
In dar...You say, “All my secrets guard themselves, <br />In darkened dungeons with tightened shackles, <br />Wrapped around what’s left of me.” <br />And I am naïve enough to believe you. <br /><br />So I set your essence on my shelves, <br />Where malevolence can’t raise my hackles,<br />And refrain from privity.<br />You are the iron threshold I won’t pass through.<br /><br />Stone steps to your soul, TasteTheWinenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-46965348726578845282011-01-15T05:31:19.814-08:002011-01-15T05:31:19.814-08:00Sad Sacks and Sociopaths
The romance of assonance...Sad Sacks and Sociopaths<br /><br />The romance of assonance<br />and the constant consonance<br />of kooks; truly the sounds<br />of love and madness.<br /><br />The saddest are the young<br />girls and old men<br />and the soci-ist<br />are the teen aged boys<br />and battered housewives<br />machine guns and knives<br />poised for attack. <br /><br />Having been both<br />and neither at one Steven Marty Granthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12025403178005766557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-33732302303642150732011-01-14T22:16:23.493-08:002011-01-14T22:16:23.493-08:00Cartesian Evil Genius Makes You Lose 'The Game...Cartesian Evil Genius Makes You Lose 'The Game' Again [Combatwords, January 14, 2011]<br /><br />Between identity and reality is paranoia;<br />A sense of visionary omnipotence is underneath those,<br />Beyond that, nihilism as knowledge—not as inspiration—<br />And hope's not opposite to the pessimism we all suffer.<br />Impose persona, you can impersonate what and whomever<br />You Khakjaan Wessingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05501187261486087495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-27301379765915583632011-01-14T21:05:01.197-08:002011-01-14T21:05:01.197-08:00Slanted & Enchanted: Being Stephen Malkmus
Se...Slanted & Enchanted: Being Stephen Malkmus<br /><br />Seated before the wall of monitors in the control room, I watch the screens flip through the hallways, the galleries of the museum, until I see him, standing him the lobby next to a pretty blond woman. One of the membership girls had called from her office, saying he was in the building, describing him to me; tall white male, baseball cap,Seann McCollumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01336078093080875959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-90778385200489611262011-01-14T21:04:03.613-08:002011-01-14T21:04:03.613-08:00Well, if no one else is going to, I'm just goi...Well, if no one else is going to, I'm just going to go ahead and be a dick and post two. Just try to stop me. <br /><br /><br />Furlough<br /><br />I pass you a plastic capsule of crack. <br />You palm it and the camera pulls way back <br />to show my face, gigantic on the screen<br />uprooting you from your picture show seat. <br />Reduced, my visage next leers from your laptop,<br />now on Seann McCollumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01336078093080875959noreply@blogger.com