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It's time...
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Hello small, small place...
I rarely use this page. I really only have the account so that I can comment on other people's pages. The truth is I've learned that I'm not very good at blog talk. I seem to be misinterpreted at every turn and, so, I try very little any more. But, I'm happy to report, I've finally found a virual 'place' that's comfortable...that fits. Some friends of mine and I have created a site for a play we're developing. We welcome visitors and comments if you have any. Most if it is random poetry and things but, if you scroll way back, you'll find our proposal and the peice we're blowing open.
Have a look if you like. It's www.xanga.com/Finding_Fathers_Dark_Side.
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Dark Side Trilogy (Part 3 of 3)
Canadian miss glances guilingly,
Drinking and dreaming.
“Tell all, for my automatic glee,
While I’m not spoken for.
Better off base than home free.”
La boheme (me)
Speaks Greekly
To Mimi (she)
“Ms. Not to Be
I cannot agree
Especially not me”
Not tonight,
While I unfurl.
Because of girls
(They’re girls, agreed?)
Because of girls;
The moonlight makes me yearn.
The tempo makes me burn.
I’m flushed by the power,
the pain, the passion
the bare knuckle baseness
of the shout, the shot put,
the savagery of the sojourn,
and the stop,
and the great glandular beat that bosses them all,
with a fair thee well wilt,
and fires them,
into the widowed night.
I wanna sing
with the supernummeries of sin,
the back chorus of lust,
the butchers, the bakers,
the big candlestick makers.
You bring me;
the blandness of the light,
the last rites,
the blood clots,
the brain death,
the soft loss by stealth,
the self-restraint that stops
all the friction
all the fights.
My body melts by starlight.
My heart’s on the dark side of the night.
John Hodgert
April 12, 2000 | | |
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Dark Side Trilogy (Part 2 of 3)
Arcadian flowers wink wisely,
Bending and bowing.
"Pluck one from my nicotine patch
Better in touch than intact."
Nee gala (me)
Talks tartly
To nee holy (he)
"Your majesty,
I cannot agree,
Especially not me.
Not right now,
While I'm a friend.
Between us men
(We're men, agreed?)
Between us men;
The fissures never mend.
The dusk begins the end."
I'm erased by the message,
the clarity, the calling,
the cascades of the carillons,
the harmonic sonics
of the scene, the silence
the melody of words,
and the glances,
and the red invisible aura that incinerates it all
with endless energy,
and flutters ashes,
onto my lashes.
I will not conspire
with the fortitude of longing,
the blonde beauty of serenity,
the drip, drip
of unreasoning desire.
You bring me;
the gold tears you cry,
the low laugh,
the big eyes,
the long look,
the bite of the hook,
the stiff minuet
danced in twilight's bye and bye.
My body burns at sunset.
My heart's on the dark side of the moon.
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I survived my first gay pride weekend here in Toronto. I honestly wasn't prepared for it and then - BANG - there it was. A technicolour explosion. And right out side my front door. I live on the edge of the gaybourhood, you see. I can honestly say that it's a safe place and I feel safe in it. I didn't really know that I was moving into the new age when I chose this apartment but, now that I'm here, it's growing on me (this is not a value judgement in case it's coming across that way). In fact, I am more confused/undecided/uncertain about this issue than I am about almost anything else related to the faith (save predestination and the origin of evil 'cause those are probably my number 1 and 2 most unsetteling). I should read more scripture.
Two of my closest friends, Dan and Mischa, recently got married on a new reality show called "My Fabulous Gay Wedding" hosted by Kids In The Hall's Scott Thompson. I was invited. Tricky. I wanted to put up a picture of them but I can't figure out how. Brian - can you teach me how to do this?
Check out Global Television on Wednesday, July 6th (10pm in Toronto) and let me know what you think.
Sincerely,
Kate
P.S. I spent the weekend on Toronto Island with Broken Social Scene and Metric (meh!) and Stars (ahh!) and Modest Mouse and Feist and all the rest of them. It was 'loverly.'
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