

Our GenerationOur generation is P. M. S.Our Generation
We are in waiting, in pain, tortured by the knowledge of the bloodshed world-over which we are unable to stop.
Because we are helpless, we eat chocolate.
Obesity rolls i


Old ManGrandfather,Old Man
Get back to your bed
you senile thing. Your words are old and moldy, spoken to a generation who ignored them and led America to its triumphant capitalist glory. So lie back down old man, your wrinkles are unsettling. Return to your escapist, terrorist dreams of a free and equal America- your holy texts of revolution and enlightened insubordination are lost and crumbling beneath widescreen TV sets and younger,


Ginsberg's ChildrenI have seen the greatest lovers of my age raped byGinsberg's Children
hatred, beaten,reviled, tortured, defiling themselves to become worthy of the world’s pious
scorn, burning angels of love and art, heat and sex, reveling in the profanity which
temporarily distracts then from their stolen sanctity, who cried broken, damned and in love, at the feet of priests whose cudgels were still
dripping with dogmatic loathing, who were lured to the tops of mountains and, a breath away from G


VengeanceWind twists and twines Serpentine About crumbling statues. It gnashes furiously at monuments Of ancient god-men who once sought to Ignore it, To curb its fury, To vanquish it. It moans its pleasure as it Blasts the remnants of ancient kings, Mere men who forgot their manhood And dared defy its glory. Lightning screams with gleeVengeance
As acid rain burns Tears of hate Upon these, The impudent remains Of civilization's sluttish glory.


Bathtub EscapadeI am writing this to you drunk, From a bathtub in Jerusalem.Bathtub Escapade
This room is gold like the city itself: stone sitting smugly
on strata pedestals looking down haughtily
at my scrawny form: Scribbling ego into scraps. scripts. dusty dreams. Humming history Till tongue is soaked in movements and images of people burying all mystery in the same old void.
I was speaking to the Rabbis wife tonight, Slurring my words and cursing myself and only thinking about The dead bird stuck in the Wailing Wall I
Allies 101

Earthen UnbirthI saw a gale of gusting wind Kick at the trees with a hungry spin, Sending leaves into the air, Ember spirals, festive fair. My soul, it spun 'bout with those chains Of brown and rusty leaf decay. And as I felt myself unravel, Amid the maelstrom of my travels I fell down into the ground And hugged the musk of earth and brown. My fingers dug into the land Clumps departed in my hand. And my eyes leaked down, mixing mud, Spit thickening green with unwanted cud. My life! I say! It could not weigh As much as pushed me in the clay! My shoulders sagging,Earthen Unbirth


Vanity's DominionShe drops the wine… And picks it up, Releasing the spell of breakage from the cup.Vanity's Dominion
And she smiles, twirling her finger ‘bout the rim, Laughing as it falls again.
She keeps on catching it, as it falls, Descending a little with the lulls Of safety that she invokes With the growing assurance of catching: It broke.
And she smiles at the glass remains, Tormenting the shards. So vain That as she looks down at her kill She sees her reflection in the swill.
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I dedicated my life to MadameMagdalena....
I've been reticent about posting because the stuff that I like just kind of feels like it's more journally than artistic...
But I guess to pull a Thoreau, If I knew any subject more deeply than I know myself, I would write about it.
Anyhoo, I rediscover deviantArt in waves, and this time it's just beginning to swell.
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From thither to hither,
From yonder to here,
Think of me and I'll be near.
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Life.
( Some Assembly Required )
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Life.
( Some Assembly Required )
I made this account... then realized I'm not an artist ...
But I have to say that I REALLY enjoy reading your journals, they emenate your personality so hotly that it feels like I'm talking to you.
In fact, I'm inspired to put up SOMETHING of my own... even if it's not necessarily any good.
OH! By the way, this is Lang.
<3
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From thither to hither,
From yonder to here,
Think of me and I'll be near.
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Life.
( Some Assembly Required )
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