pagan poetry

another night.
damn the night.

an unmistakable one.
one that ended too early.
one where the most reachable thing was an answering machine and a busy signal.
damn that busy signal. it never gives.

what can really be counted on?
why are we dependent people?
where does this get us?

art is the only way out. music is the only way out.
take me to a concert and i'll be fine.


Blogger the tapered pant said...

sooo...what you're telling me is i really shouldn't have gone to bed that early. Kid. I love you. What makes people so easily replaced by art but not by pets?

February 09, 2006 1:44 p.m.  
Blogger the tapered pant said...

is it because in art and music, you find illustrations of truth, and so receeding from dependancy on people is not indication of you finding relationships repulsive, moreso incomplete and then actively pursuing that which is whole. or something like that. oorrr maybe not. all i know is i Should NOT have gone to bed.

February 09, 2006 1:51 p.m.  
Blogger hoardingsanity said...

it's funny you say this about art janzen. if art is your own interprestation of its meaning (danto-ness), and you say that you find solace in this said practice of listenning of experiencing it, then you're foiled! it is yourself that you are enjoying, not art silly!

toooooo much talking.

February 09, 2006 8:27 p.m.  

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