Jake Shaw's Blog, page 54
August 19, 2017
Nyctophobia
There is nothing to fear
In the cemetery
If you are in shade
You become what is scary
Filed under: June Era (III)
August 18, 2017
Death and Sex – Journal 8/18/17
Some part of me wonders how many different ways someone can view death. What financial, moral, physical constraints might make a person think of death in one way or another. I suppose it’s all in how you interpret life, and your view of it. You should already know what I think thanks to previous journals. I won’t wax poetic here, that’s what poems are for.
After vile, bile Monday I have resurged into some good writing. Strangely I wasn’t able to make a poem about vomit. I say strangely, it’s...
Olympia Nights
Olympia Nights (ON) is a collection of poems I’ve written about my experiences in Olympia over the last three years, with the people, nightlife, temptation, and strange things I’ve found there. Coming out on September 21st for $1, it’ll be featuring Inferno In Stillness, Mizu Moyase, Bloom, and 55 more!
The themes of the collection center around dissociation, abstraction, lucidity, and all kinds of fun stuff that’s meant to mess with your perception. Entangling narrat...
Junction
At the end of the halls
Vast of doors and knobs
Some guilded, some not
Each one in a different spot
You visit everything
See people you love
And the places you’ve been
Full of memory
Those “good times”
On polaroids
You said you would
Never forget
Grilling in the summer
Dressed for winter weather
With the girl you were
Dating at the time
And her smile
These things are tortuous
As you relive funerals
And see all the times
You were let down
Are you happy now
Or did you still want to visit
Anothe...
August 17, 2017
Poetry Final 6/11/16
This was a collection of poems finalized at the end of Spring Quarter 2016, where I took a poetry class under Michael Roberts at Pierce College. There is some reflection here on what made the poems work and what I’ve worked with, hopefully making some of the process transparent.
Filed under: Collections
Oracle: Sunday Best
It had taken hours to set up for this shot. Dawn in Seattle wasn’t something it felt like you were supposed to see. Benjamin was on rooftop near the Space Needle, fiddling with an old tripod. Tubes shooting up to the slender man’s height carried the delicate cargo of an expensive camera with a heavy lens fitted over it.
In his apartment were tacked photos that he had taken all around the state and beyond. Memories from past lives, eras of his life all recorded in some way and strung up around...
Invisible Man
I trust there’s a plan
I trust I’m awake at three
A.M.
Wondering if I’m
The only one
Who finds myself
Thinking these things
I trust there’s a plan
That there’s a place
To eventually land
And that I’m not just slugging
My way
Through a crowd of
The ugly and depraved
With their hoods on
And faces drawn
So I can’t recognize them
Every hit that lands
Every flail of my hands
Breaks bone but fails
To breach a brand
Of idea
Every fist I throw
Into a skull
Or nose
Or chest
Is met with nothing
But sta...
