You don't have to be Icarus near the sun,
we can lay in shadows near the caves
from which the first philosopher shirked away.
Why should you near what burns, anyway?
You don't even have be Perseus near Medusa;
heroes die in armor while we have none.
Let others take the sword to bone and muscle,
why should you bear the blade that bore you?
You and I are Polyphemus grasping at wool;
they've taken the light away, the steel away,
the fire and the water away. Allow them
all that they can carry on their backs? God damn!
When the last ships have sailed, we have wine left.
When all that our eyes can see have turned to stone,
we have the well left. Water, flowing, breaks rocks.
When the sun and life itself dims, our heads lie on moss.
Welcome to Our Humble Blog
a dear friend and i have decided to write again. in an effort to get our creative juices mutually flowing (skip past the innuendo and move on to the meat, yeah?), we've decided to co-author a blog and fill its, er, electronic pages with our work. however, to make things interesting and challenging, we have to abide by the following rules:
the rules:
creative criticism and other forms of comments are welcome.
the week starts tomorrow.
GAME ON!
the rules:
- 1 creative entry per week (7 days) minimum
- said entry must be new, and never before published
- said entry cannot be a review of any sort
- said entry may have no minimum, or maximum number of words
- old entries can be published provided that an introduction with dates is included before the main body of the work.
- failure to write a new entry as defined above will result in penalty for the offender in the form of treating the non-offending co-author to a meal, with drink of course.
creative criticism and other forms of comments are welcome.
the week starts tomorrow.
GAME ON!
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