This is Coy Dog. he kicks some serious ass.

and the song is from my man Bamboo Mc, his new album Woodgrain is out now!!!!!

stagnation

if i sit down in the morning and write one page of my thesis, i feel accomplished.... and then waste my day with other things. However, this doesnt even happen most days. I can talk about my thesis for hours, including many of the citations and elaborate on theoretical backgrounds without missing a beat. There is something about the act of writing that drags me down though. I've been acting recently like the keys on my laptop will give me a rash if I touch it too long. Even this blog has been dormant, no dumping of psychological shit into an accesible online medium for people. Of course there is a myriad list of excuses i could drudge up and parade around for no purpose other than for an 'ad hoc' justification of my laziness.
So here's to scraping that little bit of mold off the cheese, and then enjoying some crackers and cheddar. You know its fine, but you're still paranoid about not getting all the nasty mold of it, and so it leaves a strange taste in your mouth, even if its only in your head.

let's briefly describe what happened here in the dale a few days ago

MAHYEM.
this is video from one of my good friends, who sat in her living room and caught this during our 'meso-cyclone'. picture this happening everywhere in the area i live. it happened on friday, parts of town are just starting to get their power back (which does not include myself and carmen, we will most likely go another day or two without).

Look! its Jimmytheloch!!!

Lines that lost their Poems (Or that i was too lazy to write)

1. if poetry can be called the map of the mind
then i would like to lay out and geographically define
my valleys and mountains evolution over time

my valleys I've learned well
ancient floodplains of overwhelming emotion
that has sculpted and shaped the landscape of my actions
eternally leaving behind scars
that millions of thoughts from now
will resemble the surface of mars.

2. pulses of laughter are the soul
running an old tin cup
across the iron prison bars of the body
remembering what it was like to be free

3. I used to be able to say that I've never fallen face-first for a woman,
although my elbows and hands were scraped and scarred
from catching myself all the time
and so I thank you
I've never been so happy to lose teeth and bloody my nose

4. I used to go to a coffee shop that force-fed starving artists
the way we force our art into the world
without being asked, and without expecting thanks....
Thank you Ethos Cafe- Richmond, VA

5. Reminiscing in dead languages
lost like a modern day pagan is
praying up to the moon's gleam
just a pale reflection of what it really used to be

6. When i read Nietzsche, 'Holy Shit!'
is what comes to mind
both as an exclamation, and a description
I'm sure he would have it no other way

the first video blog

since i have been posting so many videos, i figure i should just do a video blog.....

awesomness and laziness

i am feeling lazy, hence the video posts recently. so here is a break from poetry....

oh, and as a side note, if i ever got just one wish from a genie, it would be the ability to do this here.............