<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 08 Sep 2024 18:43:41 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Bringdown</title><description></description><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-6445232476588375702</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2012 08:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-08-07T03:52:38.522-05:00</atom:updated><title>Some of Me</title><atom:summary type="text">troubled thoughts trouble me
simple thoughts trouble me
impulses double me
doubled thoughts double me
stumbled steps, fumble me
fumbled intents, fumble me
waking dreams wake me
smokey dreams wake me
loosened teeth shake me
shaken dreams shake me
kraken hands, take me
taken people, take me
pressed press me
express press me
eagerness mess me
messes mess me
lesson, less me
lessen, less me</atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2012/08/some-of-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-4375843257233266890</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 01:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-19T20:19:03.001-05:00</atom:updated><title>An Idea I Stole from Sorokin</title><atom:summary type="text">Shoulder the great weight and carry onperform, the key is to performact as if we&#39;re not carrionmoving about in restless shufflessimulate the appearance of joy longif done properly will seep outwardthe end result being naturala beautiful Easter eggand the windpursed to the pin-prick</atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2011/10/idea-i-stole-from-sorokin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-7637886616885554481</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 09:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-01T04:49:36.042-05:00</atom:updated><title>Safe Room</title><atom:summary type="text">scream for me, that high-pitchedshriek of desperation the horrorof knowing certain death is upon youscream for mehelp is a fingertip away, reach outsomeone will pick you upif they can at least they probablyhave problems of their ownsurrounded, in lockstep with terrorthe intent is there there is so muchso much to be afraid of the finalityof being left behind discretion lardingitself all over </atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2011/07/safe-room.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-987074469480789070</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2010 06:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-12T22:11:23.999-06:00</atom:updated><title>The Town Triangle Affair</title><atom:summary type="text">I think of you at nightwhen all I hearis the pulse in my earI lie awake despitethose shots and beerand all the pills right hereOnce I put all this downThe words in the windowI&#39;m going in to townTo make you a widowI climb up your back stepsskip the top stairon past the rocking chairI use the light-less depthsno thought no carein my cold heart a prayerNow the deed has been doneand the prize I have </atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2010/12/town-triangle-affair.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-4785612180107414100</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 05:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T00:10:32.104-05:00</atom:updated><title>Outrage at Eleven</title><atom:summary type="text">fat little fingerspointy nails, paintedwith tiny blobby flowerslong wavy haireye makeup, heavyon the lids and lashestight new outfitpuffed up, stretchedat straps and seams</atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2009/10/outrage-at-eleven.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-2937214201712738441</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 16:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-04T11:51:46.675-05:00</atom:updated><title>Dry Eye Solutions</title><atom:summary type="text">Oh, preciousput your helmet on before you take the busI love you too much and your soft skullwould never withstand a good hard elbowWhy don&#39;t you wear the black onedo you think you look coolthat&#39;s what&#39;s importantnot what everyone saysIf you would only drink your milkI could stop worrying for onceeventually you could just wear a hatno, not tomorrow</atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2009/09/dry-eye-solutions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-343322783039858055</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 02:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T18:28:03.192-05:00</atom:updated><title>Dorker than Usual</title><atom:summary type="text">Life, if you can call it that, was simple. Shuffle, groan, every once in a while throw up. I never had to think about those day to day life maintenance things. There was very little thinking. I suppose I was very sick. My memories of those days are spotty - lying on the ground, standing in a corner, slumped against the wall, and so on. Sometimes there would be a bright spot, maybe an explosion in</atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2009/04/dorker-than-usual.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-5536180131735219995</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2009 06:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-17T02:39:15.898-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Parentheticals are Unspoken</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s at lastthe hour is pastclose your eyesdream a dreamof future dawnDay&#39;s work donenight&#39;s rest beguntime has fleddown the drainnow today&#39;s goneAgain, fadeto black, replayedblinds are shutlights are outthe perfect con</atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2009/04/parentheticals-are-unspoken.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-7545780779407730790</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 23:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-23T19:25:59.052-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Love Poetry of the Bishop of Aquila, pt. I</title><atom:summary type="text">My lips move to shape your nameIsabeau, the most wondrous soundwhispered by your silent wingsMy heart like prey on the groundsubject to your love, untamedHow can we live apart?I lose a little life every dayevery moment we&#39;re separateThough now you may say naystill I worship your artCome tarry with me, and dancelose your regrets in the tuneA thousand bards will singand a thousand maidens croonLo, </atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2009/03/bonus-feature-love-poetry-of-bishop-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-4684493131368605768</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 02:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-15T19:57:32.441-05:00</atom:updated><title>Facebook Updates: The Rejection Collection</title><atom:summary type="text">is a xerox of your grandparents doing it on their wedding night.! And in this corner, the &#39;80s.secretly likes things you hate.dances with criticism.is your knight in shining armour.01101011 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01101000 01110101 01101101 01100001 01101110 01110011 00001101 00001010.is proliferating memes.define:duplicity.</atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebook-updates-rejection-collection.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-4543284383276174178</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2008 03:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-20T22:15:23.262-06:00</atom:updated><title>Tarting it up a Bit</title><atom:summary type="text">Every once in a while I have to have a post that&#39;s just plain old prose writing, or the spiders in their Google-webs decide that The Bringdown is a spam blog. That&#39;s what this post is. Nothing interesting will happen. No phrases will be turned. 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Motionless, emotionless, subsequent/resultant. Who wrote it? Did I write it, when I didn&#39;t know, while I was sleeping, when I let myself go, myslef, me flys, fe slym, did I dress in wrinkled clothing?</atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2008/11/choreomania-chorea-imagnativa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-6979044277213771699</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 06:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-15T01:31:38.967-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Terms of Robert&#39;s Service</title><atom:summary type="text">If you like black coffee, you&#39;ll like apathy.If you like apathy, you&#39;ll like music.If you like music, you&#39;ll like silence.silence ∴ firefire ∴  moving picturesmoving pictures ∴ t-shirtst-shirts ∴ pregnancypregnancy ∴ eating disorderseating disorders ∴ toga partiestoga parties ∴ if you likeif you like ∴ recursionrecursion ∴ serif fontsserif fonts ∴ genocidegenocide ∴ pathospathos ∴ chips</atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2008/09/terms-of-roberts-service.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-6175741388883055616</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 22:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-22T20:39:31.476-05:00</atom:updated><title>Missed Connections from Vancouver Radiohead concert, or lolhipsters</title><atom:summary type="text">You shoved me and stood in my line of sight w4mHoundstooth &lt;3 Argyle m4wWe talked about China in the mini donuts line w4wSung along to Faust Arp with u want 2 kaorke? m4wAndrogyne with nice bone structure m4?same t-shirt m4wShared eyeroll over frat boy sing-a-long m4mmet you in coachella want to go to bumpershootUmbrella woes m4wYou left at nine i should have gone with you w4wI got your number </atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2008/08/missed-connections-from-vancouver.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-244192788627671297</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jul 2008 02:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-30T23:54:12.703-05:00</atom:updated><title>Unsay it</title><atom:summary type="text">fix those broken edgestorn where it waspush them together, watch the structurebuckletriangles go into their corresponding blanksmagic tape mistakein the ditch and the weeds, head up strangerstickstitch it stitch it stitch itfix it fix it fix itashindelible</atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2008/07/unsay-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-4644750220107469671</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 07:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T03:42:32.171-05:00</atom:updated><title>Heartwarming Bullshit</title><atom:summary type="text">So here&#39;s a good story. It&#39;s about that place I go with my family, where we go for bike rides and sometimes windsurfing (last time I did that was rough, you would not believe).At the time of this yarn, my brother Dave is three and a bit years old and I&#39;m two. Craig is unborn, and does not feature here. At that age, our parents would drag us around in a trailer attached to my Dad&#39;s bike. The </atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2008/06/heartwarming-bullshit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-5279011807771059097</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 01:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-01T20:44:08.704-05:00</atom:updated><title>No</title><atom:summary type="text">It was my hope that you would shrink beneath my withering contempt, and reduced to a Lilliputian size and degree of ridiculousness, I could simply swat you, rendering you into a physical semblance of your personality.</atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2008/06/no.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-5709093844233249650</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 05:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-18T13:45:23.510-05:00</atom:updated><title>By the power of the carriage return, poetry.</title><atom:summary type="text">I want to write poems about vast wastelands ofblasted earth, a place with no life.It feels dishonest.What words would I use to describe a placewithout humanity?They have been overusedlong before I dreamt of dying.What I seek to disenchant,to craft, to commodify,slips away from my febrile mind.</atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2008/04/by-power-of-carriage-return-poetry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-4255196932285453539</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 05:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-18T02:20:55.267-05:00</atom:updated><title>Once more, with feeling.</title><atom:summary type="text">rush to the end hollow manmess husk remainderdwell</atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2008/04/once-more-with-feeling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-2954602991624002612</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 06:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T13:02:15.990-05:00</atom:updated><title>Where Usage Goes to Die</title><atom:summary type="text">The only time I tell the truthlately is late at nightthe search bar in my browserreceives my confessionsit&#39;s never just me, the world wide webmakes sure there is someone whoasked the same questionsomeone else who confides in a machineinstead of peopleI keep trying, typing things I&#39;m surewill prove me individualvalidate my locked faceand crooked spine, but after years of thisI still don&#39;t have a </atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-usage-goes-to-die.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-7548612952123029751</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 03:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-27T21:32:00.930-06:00</atom:updated><title>It is a Patterned Hoodie, They are Popular with the Kids</title><atom:summary type="text">I walk in shoulders uphands in my hoodiechin on my chesteyes on the floorwhen I&#39;m sure no-one&#39;s looking I scan the room once foranyone I knowHooray! I spot a chum, hide my reliefpull one hand out of my hoodieand lift it, from the elbowinto the air in as nonchalant a gesture as possibleat the same time I bring my chin a few degrees up on the y axisquicklywhen I have completed this manoeuvre I </atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-is-patterned-hoodie-they-are-popular.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-5877873035038196163</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2008 02:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-07T20:40:36.567-06:00</atom:updated><title>At a Party</title><atom:summary type="text">It was nice to see youyou look niceWhat are you doing these daysyou should wear that all the timeWe have to exchange email addressesDid you eat some turkeyhahahahaDo you still play musicit&#39;s really smoky in hereWhen do you go backHow are your parentsI recommend staying with the casual thingI was like Ah!Back that the fuck up there buddyand slow it downMy irisesIs everyone waiting?that was almost </atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2008/01/at-party_07.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-7309808608760655339</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 01:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-19T20:57:22.069-06:00</atom:updated><title>Answering Machines and Their Uses</title><atom:summary type="text">Answering machines are for when one can&#39;t, or won&#39;t, answer the phone. They take a message from an incoming caller. That&#39;s it. An answering machine is not a vehicle for comedy. There are people in the world who are very well paid to be funny, and I imagine they do not have the bad taste to record a sketch and then not answer the phone so people can hear how funny they are. Also, an answering </atom:summary><link>http://sotheni.blogspot.com/2007/11/answering-machines-and-their-uses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alexander)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271467.post-326609457516280118</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2007 01:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-02T00:01:58.449-05:00</atom:updated><title>Retail Economics 101</title><atom:summary type="text">This whole issue has pissed me off enough that now I&#39;m posting on my weblog about it. I feel like an angst-ridden teenager. Anyway. 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