Tuesday, September 30, 2008

This is the kind of random junk that pops into my head

So you got caught with your pants unbuttoned
and your shirt lying on the floor
Why do you cry when everything is fine?
Why don't you just close that door?
Come on wipe your eyes
let the tears dry
How are you gonna live
with your mind closed?
Baby take my hand
understand
that the real crime
isn't what he did to you but
what you're doing to yourself.
Do you want to be caught with your heart unbuttoned
while you're crying, lying on the floor
Is it yes, is it no, either way you must let go
You might as well close that door.


(Feels incomplete, but this all that came to mind)

(Your thoughts: "WTF?", that's what I said!)

Hey, FYI

If you'll notice in the sidebar, I've set this blog up to use tags, which is a tres easy way to index all our posts. This way if I want to just read all posted poems, or book reviews, or all of Kim's stuff or whatever, I just click the tag and it just shows me what I want. If you aren't sure how to use tags, or what to tag your stuff, don't worry, I will go back in and add them (but if you want to do it yourself, go for it).

Also, please feel free to make new tags, but be careful not to duplicate tags, e.g., making a "poems" tag when we already have a "poetry" tag, or whatever.

YAY! I'm so excited about this!

Monday, September 29, 2008

Little Brother.

The Evil Leauge of Evil read Cory Doctrow's book Little Brother, and this was a quote from it that really just... Affected me, I guess.
"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after them as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"


I think that is beautiful.
And it's my first contribution to our literary magazine.
-Cass