A Soul in Progress Podcast

Oh, my soul

asip@quasigentsia.com (Asip) — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 03:09:15 +0000

Imagine I’m a mime berating your neighborhood. Fences become scaffolding for my ARGH! skins; I plaster them on everything. Great big ARGHS! on windows and gates and your cul-de-sac becomes my exclamation mark.

By the time you gasp, you’re covered in assorted ARGH! stickers, ARGH! patches, and a cute ARGH! hat.

If you imagine that well enough you will understand the public shame I am facing. A collection of plug-ins, scripts, podcast solutions, and possibly Terms of Services, have colluded to destroy my creditability and happiness.

“Oh, my soul.”

Your Instantaneous Self

asip@quasigentsia.com (Asip) — Tue, 08 Nov 2011 22:02:30 +0000

because you are a poet
    and I love you
and I know you love words
    are what to you?
        images
        sounds
        a long canyon with brown walls
        vanishing to a speck
        How about a cross section of blue
            would it wave
            would stars come out

        Or are words an interpretation of
            a shadowy tempest
                that follows you around
                swirling with symbols
                that hint at
                your instantaneous self

                Do you reach in
                and arrange these
                    runes
                    and pressures
                into an ancient sentence
                    that glows while dancing

Do words make that make sense?

Yeow

asip@quasigentsia.com (Asip) — Fri, 04 Nov 2011 02:57:28 +0000

Yeow, rich girl,
      in a sexy yellow car.
Oh, let me leap in,
      we needn’t go far—
And your head
is a fucking
      Sunflower
which is being smushed in your
(What do you call it—
the distance between
     your head and
          the roof of a car)
in your zero head-clearance car,
which is STILL yellow,
      as I pull away.