tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140Sun, 29 Jan 2012 21:23:08 +0000flash fictionconcrete poetryrelationshipedenoccasional childquotationsmetamorphosisartrelationshipssneaker pimpslyricsphonepresentationanxietychocolatenovelemotiontypocelebrityhipsterHiatuseternityshape poetryself harmsinanorexiarealitypartiessan franciscofrench bandabusedreammedicationphilosophydepressionlokitouchingpsychotherapyblurstylenine inch nailsiceshort storysuicidemonstersMy Fathereditingradioheadeating disordergrendeltransitlovefrostfixiesoregonpinkhiroshimatesselatebondageapplepunksongantidepressantsbloodadam and evemedian lethal doseriskaginginspirationblack rainkerouacsleepswanSoilgroup therapyhallucinationmiltoncyclingsexualityphysicscherry blossomimagesestinaphrase of the daystageScanned Film Photographsgaydrawingclaustrophobiaairoldtranslationtattooketamineexperiencemusicbookbeowulffrenchparentscar crasharchaeologyfriendshipSunbody imagepunishmenta-bombinsomniamakeupipodleonard cohenpoetryentropyquoteslibrettorilkephrasemikiegyptegyptian cultureSilkmodelmental illnessfictionwritingwhite rainbowvancouverdrugsA photo &amp; writing blog/virtual art piece collaboration by <strike>two people</strike> one person who thrives on the relationship between words and images. <b> Now in monochrome </b>.<br><a href="http://robclogprogblog.blogspot.com/">Visit the left brain</a><br> <a href="http://marksrandomwanderings.blogspot.com/">The Corpus Callosum</a>http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)Blogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-5873506558505432721Sat, 28 Jan 2012 00:54:00 +00002012-01-27T16:54:00.451-08:00fictionnovelparties <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/extracts-from-doomed-novel-1.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-5550732907463479673Fri, 27 Jan 2012 05:15:00 +00002012-01-26T21:15:00.240-08:00phrase of the dayphrase <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:"MS Mincho"; mso-font-alt:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:modern; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:-http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/phrase-of-day_26.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-1079613013291283668Wed, 25 Jan 2012 17:00:00 +00002012-01-25T09:00:03.497-08:00poetryoregonThis piece was written during a drive from Vancouver to a small town in Oregon several years ago. The main focus is the noise coming off the forest during a storm at night, my memory is that I felt the oncoming cars were part of this rather than separate from it. Patterns in the air    Waving grass of open fields,    Echoing through hollow forests,The thread of hisses,    Whipping the wind,    http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/editing-poetry-oregon-dreaming.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-5774907195803001998Mon, 23 Jan 2012 23:08:00 +00002012-01-23T15:08:38.853-08:00writingpresentationpoetryI don't think that I'd ever want to stand in front of a... is pedestal the word I want? I don't think it is. Anyway, I wouldn't want to stand in front of one and just read like I'm reading from a book to a room of scientists at a conference. My writing is very alone, and it may be best enjoyed alone. I may come up with some way of presenting it that emphasizes that.http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/presentation-of-poetry.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-1029696342668449853Sun, 22 Jan 2012 21:23:00 +00002012-01-22T13:23:00.234-08:00tattoolyricsinspirationpoetryI have never been asked a question. Perhaps that is an exaggeration. I have never been asked this question. But then what is a blog for, if not for answering questions nobody will ever ask? The following answers both that question and the rhetorical question. I am full of phrases. So many that they have now forced themselves to the surface of my skin, where they boil in the summer and draw the http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-are-you-covered-in-writing-daddy.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-2450685392160829411Fri, 20 Jan 2012 01:08:00 +00002012-01-19T17:08:00.689-08:00This short piece is one of many I've written that are just an attempt to capture a moment. Whether or not the moment is real or not is irrelevant. His hand on hers I want to fuck you The world collapses slowly in on itself Forms a singularity Sucks in the universe Explodes out with A rush of returning silence What I'm thinking about changing: As always with these older pieces I sort of http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/editing-poetry-singularity-observed.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-8567265839830689346Thu, 19 Jan 2012 02:12:00 +00002012-01-18T18:12:00.135-08:00phrase of the dayphrase <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:"MS Mincho"; mso-font-alt:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:modern; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:-http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/phrase-of-day_18.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-6071420819870165880Wed, 18 Jan 2012 19:18:00 +00002012-01-18T11:18:07.609-08:00bloodparentsrelationshipsflash fictionfictionwritingabuse<!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-flash-fiction-justburn.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-1589623031661964859Mon, 16 Jan 2012 14:24:00 +00002012-01-16T06:24:03.248-08:00emotionself harmphysicspoetry This worldSeems to be surrounded on all sidesBy fragmentdrops of consciousnessThat fail to congealAs lava Into anything sphericalAs a water droplet,Fail to give rise to The sense of a simple breadOr an angular Latin verb,Fail to obey the basic rulesOf emotional physicsLike:No crying in the kitchenNo knives in the bedNo bleeding from the eyes when nobody can seeNo books without covers falling http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/editing-poetry-emotional-physics.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-1276174767384264326Sat, 14 Jan 2012 23:51:00 +00002012-01-14T15:51:00.121-08:00nine inch nailslyricsinspirationIt may be oversimplifying a little to say that this is a solipsist song, it feels like more of a song about reciprocative selfishness. But that idea of sanity or grip on reality slipping away that pervades many Trent Reznor songs is here, and that is what draws me. This is pretty much all the lyrics. Harsh and direct and angry. That last pair of lines 'things aren't as pretty on the inside' is http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/lyrics-that-inspire-me-3-only-nine-inch.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-8445354089203545204Sat, 14 Jan 2012 13:10:00 +00002012-01-14T05:10:06.507-08:00lyricsquotationsquotesstylepoetryI'm going to take a break from posting my own writing to ask a question. What are your feelings on lyrics or quotations in poetry? Let me be more specific: when a quotation or otherwise non-original line is included, do you think it should be highlighted in some way? Personally I'm never sure. In poetry, the visual presentation of the writing itself has, for want of a better word, meaning. At http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-another-subject-entirely-quotations.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-3555263549764526729Wed, 11 Jan 2012 14:33:00 +00002012-01-11T06:33:59.964-08:00poetrywritten about a minute ago... I live inside now     in the clean corners of painted on woodgrain  the whistling chill through old windows  my own lightbulbs and shadows      and sketches taped to the wall like monochrome butterflies  in here it is quiet     except for the muffled sounds of French documentaries shuffling on slippers    through the walls the books rustling still bulging in http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-new-shutin.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-6686746738031369540Wed, 11 Jan 2012 06:01:00 +00002012-01-10T22:01:03.802-08:00egyptian cultureconcrete poetryshape poetrypoetryegypt This is something that I may have written while first reading Stephen Fry's The Ode Less Travelled. It's a shape or concrete poem. BuildingA pyramid.A bright stone.A love of Ashes.Turning bricks into gold dust.Running Pharaohs up and up stop.Heaven is the black edge of summer.The Gods will smile on each small stone.Building pyramids is a cold sweat labour of love.The crowning glory, a dust http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/editing-poetry-pyramid.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-4937744151306667336Wed, 11 Jan 2012 01:29:00 +00002012-01-10T17:29:17.884-08:00rilkepoetry<!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-rilke.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-7294789803590753799Tue, 10 Jan 2012 01:08:00 +00002012-01-09T17:08:00.386-08:00phrase of the dayphrase <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:"MS Mincho"; mso-font-alt:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:modern; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:-http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/phrase-of-day_09.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-1606074746561290286Sat, 07 Jan 2012 20:25:00 +00002012-01-07T12:48:26.978-08:00french bandlyricsinspirationfrenchtranslationairI'll get to the part that inspires me shortly, but first here's a translation of the whole badger as a French exercise for me. First, en francais: Jeanne met toutes ses billes dans la course au pouvoir, Au succès Jeanne n'est pas à cours de ressources pour séduire qui lui plaît Jeanne connaît bien l'art des retouches et l'envers du décor Elle corrige la forme de sa bouche, les lignes de son http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/lyrics-that-inspire-me-2-jeanne-air.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-8492023346546294420Sat, 07 Jan 2012 02:52:00 +00002012-01-12T16:51:54.178-08:00monstersbeowulfphilosophypoetrygrendelI think this piece may be the first thing I ever had published, in the UBC student literary magazine Uprooted. It was written during a first-year English class about monsters (when I say during, I meant during lectures as opposed to written for some assignment). The main themes are monsters and acceptance. The 'monster' draws on images from Frankenstein, Beowulf, Grendel (by John Gardner) and http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/editing-poetry-theme-for-late-night.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-5636717447533383978Fri, 06 Jan 2012 00:00:00 +00002012-01-05T16:00:07.613-08:00phrase of the dayphrase <!-- --> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:"MS Mincho"; mso-font-alt:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:modern; mso-font-pitch:fixed; http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/phrase-of-day_05.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-1171804329284172564Wed, 04 Jan 2012 19:09:00 +00002012-01-04T11:09:00.244-08:00radioheadlyricsinspirationI decided to make some posts on song lyrics and other writings that inspire me, and why. Maybe introduce people to new music, or give a new appreciation of the old. The Bends - Radiohead (The Bends: 1995) This song is more uptempo than songs I usually like, but there are certain lines that strongly resonate with me. To me it's about that conflict between the ennui felt at every aspect of life http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/lyrics-that-inspire-me-1-bends.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-6656479410286163997Wed, 04 Jan 2012 02:47:00 +00002012-01-03T18:47:00.185-08:00frosta-bombpoetryThis is another old piece that is vaguely inspired by a thought that the frost on a sidewalk was like the lights of a city, and how much destruction was the equivalent of one hot footstep.  Humming high Whistling to myself I ride the pockets Crawling shadow swallow over fields Below pop-up targets twinkling Frost on a sidewalk Waiting for the heel of the sun. This is power. One push of a http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/editing-poetry-pop-up-book.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-2844229131279535700Mon, 02 Jan 2012 22:47:00 +00002012-01-02T14:47:00.527-08:00phrase of the dayphrase <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:"MS Mincho"; mso-font-alt:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:modern; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:-http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2012/01/phrase-of-day.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-3724539466650791918Sat, 31 Dec 2011 22:28:00 +00002012-01-12T16:50:36.718-08:00edenadam and evemiltonpoetryThis piece is an old one that I wrote while I was reading Milton's 'Paradise Lost'. When I wrote it I was thinking of Milton's suggestion that things were simple and perfect before Eve came along, but also the idea of the Original Sin. But maybe also that it was something that had to happen.     Adam in the garden of Eden The first man on earth was grainy, His thoughts were like glue on a http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2011/12/adam-in-garden-of-eden.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-7782699263890211550Sat, 31 Dec 2011 22:22:00 +00002012-01-01T11:11:29.115-08:00editingpoetrybookI've decided to at least try and work some more on my book of poetry. I'm planning to post something every few days and sort of live-edit it. I'll give a little introduction and comments, and we'll see what happens. Feel free to comment on anything, I'm always keen to see what people think. These will be in approximately chronological order going back to the beginning of time (2005), which may http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-to-working-on-my-book.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-1258911652065343556Mon, 14 Feb 2011 15:52:00 +00002011-02-14T07:52:50.238-08:00mental illnesslokipunishmentpoetryeternity Loki is being punished by white poison drops On his high Norse cheekbones Dregs of fury, the curse at the end of the labyrinth He is so distant, held on glittering tendril strings But only calls for help when the bowl is Overflowing Spheres in the cadence of falling The white waves push the shore Earthquakes roll out the Almost-divine curve of moment magnitude Loki likes the taste of carbon http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2011/02/poetry-lokis-punishment.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764607085443080140.post-3683838989158515284Sun, 06 Feb 2011 05:32:00 +00002011-02-05T21:32:31.392-08:00agingriskpoetryI think I am removing all risk from my life. This is not the same as removing all pain. Nothing has instructions for breaking We expect entropy to help the aged Slowly dissolve them like sugarcubes Nevertheless It is possible To plane the open surface Of a life Until it is utterly smooth Remove all knots and flaws As each curls off Like the turnings of a lathe Breathe in and wait for emotion. http://browneyesandlenses.blogspot.com/2011/02/poetry-instructions-for-evaporating.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (whiterainbow)0