Jake Shaw's Blog, page 35

Photic Ray

Grinding away

Siege
Breaking

Surroundings
By unending
Magma bursts

Atop sunspots
Simmer heat
Boils over this forge
As sunshots

Wear the plates
Of metamorphic rock
Punch through
As a volcano
Through clouds

Thermite of dawn
And mortar strikes
Weaponize light
As melting heat

Fearsome
Roaring energy
As fast as the
Speed of light

Charging with fury
Because they can’t

Outrun
The sunrise

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2k 4 KC

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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/11; 1/1250; ISO-400; 55mm. 10/21/2017 2:45.

Two-thousand what?

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Surge of Triumph

Tension’s electric
As it calmly builds.
Building static.
Running.

Not looking back.
This is over
Coasts and
Heartlands,

Over mountains
And fields
Of grand design.
It surges:

Flash and thunder
Alters flesh
And bone into
Light itself.

Bands of tendons.
Now gunsmoke
As they action
And fire.

Time’s come
To run,
Unsure,
Wayward.

Peaceful woods
Of fresh trails
And elevated
Old growth.

It mantles triumph
In exodus.
Every misty
Morning sends us

Off in the horizon.
A mountain chain
Has been broken
By...

Goodbye 2017

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Shot with an iPhone 5s. No specs accessible. White paint on patch, machine-sewn to leather (done by not-me).

“A tout le monde/ A tous mes amis/ Je vous aime/ Je dois partir”

“To be picked clean/ Of impurity/ Receiving a guard/ Drawing card and sword/// ‘I will set you free'”

Welcome 2018. Consume reality.

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Thumper

Does a beetle
Feel pain
When it walks on
The carpet

And is set upon
By any blunt object
I can find?

When its legs are
Paralyzed
Does it know
That it’s its time?

As it writhes,
Does it writhe?
Does it know that’s
What it’s doing?

When it slows
After it sustains
Another blow
Does it know

It’s dying?
‘Will it be missed?’
I ponder as I
Hit it again,

Observing its
Legs tear in two,
It leaves them behind
Trying to escape.

If it spoke
Would it scream
To protest
At my cruelty?

It doesn’t bleed
But it...

Bright (2017) – Criticism/Review

The great thing about Netflix is that it is essentially an indie studio with almost endless liquid assets to finance shows and films alike. They’ve broken apart the cable stranglehold on what we watch on TV and now claim shows from Marvel’s cinematic universe as well as original titles like Big Mouth. In addition, this indie mentality with the finances of a major publicly-traded studio comes with the promise to execute strange ideas extremely well.

This is going to be spoiler heavy, so you ha...

Fuck Porgs – Journal 12/28/17

See title, that is all. I’ve talked about stupid side characters before, so let’s not go there. I was only reminded last night that porgs were a thing that existed and then I wanted to die all over again.

Let’s talk about going-ons around the studio. Christmas has come and gone! Which for me included a bunch of new camera equipment, calligraphy pen supplies, and plenty of inspiration to get cracking on a new poem that, for the time being, is being called “Yuletide Cyanide”. Cyanide is a trope...

Coffee from Kirke

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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/5.6; 1/50; ISO-400; 39mm. 12/5/2017 4:32 PM.

In the midst of writing Arrhythmia.

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Manitoban

Unreal fields in a
Matrix of terrain
A watchtower

Wheat crops unreaped
And unmarked roads

We come upon
This scene
When we sleep
And go wandering

When we’re in
Trance by every
Step pushing aside
Soft tufts of grain
We find our
Own way

Rendering hills
In the distance
As we approach

Awake and lucid
Dreaming of the
Empty
Small town
We discover

It’s ours

Yet we continue
Into the night

Asleep but awake here
In these peaceful fields

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Protected Arsonation

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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/22; 1/80; ISO-400; 180mm. 10/21/2017 3:18 PM.

Why would anyone want to trespass on something burned down? A number of reasons, I can imagine.

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