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Watched Kill Your Darlings! He's so me!!! it inspired my first digital art in a year.
Between incomprehensible and incoherent sits the madhouse. I am not in the madhouse
Jack Kerouac to Carl Solomon.
We are actually fourth dimensional beings in a third dimensional body inhabiting a second dimensional world!
Neal Cassady
All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.
Jack Kerouac
Thinking about the 1960s Batman series a lot lately, prompted me to consider how often some very surreal threats loomed over the Dynamic Duo. They were to be turned into musical notes or ice cream cones or put through various other outlandish ordeals. So I wondered what would happen if "classic villain" Circular Haiku turned Batman into that most sinister of syllabic sadism? Will the Maniac of Meter crush the Caped Crusader? Does this (P)rose have the sharpest thorns of all? And will it be Haiku or HIGH NOON for our heroes? Find out in "From the Sonnet to the Slaughter House!" Arkham's gates clattered Batman had to fight his foe Circular Haiku Robin was reading Some dusty Wayne Manor book Message from Dark Knight So Robin read on "Something has occurred old chum Changed into text." "Holy Pulp Poetry! Must find some way to reverse This nefarious verse!" Batman remembered How in the past he had shown Flair for beat poetry. Ka-Pow! Zonk! Gins! Berg! Poetry Slam! Zap! Wham! Kero-Whack! Batman freed himself. Back in his body "Haiku you are out of line! Poor deluded poet." Used his punchy prose And Haiku was defeated. "Keep on Reading Kids". Batmobile sped up Haiku was brought to Justice. Arkham's gates clattered...
“Its a hard world to be different in.”
“It’s complicated.”
“Perfect. I love complicated.”
- Kill Your Darlings, 2013
i just saw kill your darlings and it changed my fucking life. now, what am i supposed to do with that
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there’s going to be trouble. -Ginsberg
here’s all
these Millbrae and San Carlos neat-necktied producers and
commuters of America and Steel civilization rushing by with San
Francisco Chronicles and green Call-Bulletins not even enough
time to be disdainful, they’ve got to catch 130, 132, 134, 136 all
the way up to 146 till the time of evening supper in homes of the
railroad earth when high in the sky the magic stars ride above
the following hotshot freight trains--it’s all in California, it’s all a
sea, I swim out of it in afternoons of sun hot meditation in my
jeans with head on handkerchief on brakeman’s lantern or (if not
working) on book, I look up at blue sky of perfect lostpurity and
feel the warp of wood of old America beneath me - Ole jack
TWO KINGS
Two more designs on my shop! Favorite poems of mine.
I'm tired of living this through time and time again Seeing you feels Like being dead promise I will stop or promise I won't whatever the choice you don't have to know -s's.