David Jones's Blog, page 1391
March 24, 2012
Always felt like this song was poetry.
Always felt like this song was poetry.
March 23, 2012
Haiku #19
I must be a fraud
I cannot achieve it all -
But the hurdles fall.
March 22, 2012
March 21, 2012
A Dialogue with a Black Hole in Outer Space.
I thought, if only I could cry, I would feel better, but my eyes were like deserts. I tried to be God and make it rain, but there was nothing. There was such a universe of nothing. All those stars, those galaxies, those vast portions of vacuous black: mere nothingness, resonating, existing only inside me, so that I was the entire, sham universe, the entire, dead void. I am the black hole which ate reality and made it this: a blank.
