tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40633854872360632312011-10-25T00:15:03.385-07:00Dock Curriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09979072460617749796noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063385487236063231.post-30268656244752305832011-10-25T00:12:00.000-07:002011-10-25T00:15:03.415-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bh_PCiYLetQ/TqZhidx8U7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/bHcOo1frlMg/s1600/bleeding-couple-sad-heartbreaking.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bh_PCiYLetQ/TqZhidx8U7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/bHcOo1frlMg/s400/bleeding-couple-sad-heartbreaking.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667324425829897138" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Gnaw photography, hologram light</div><div>Insecurity pages + book disappearance disco</div><div>Electric talk and the newspaper ink kiss left cold folding leaf-like</div><div>Anaesthetic flower knife and the failure to inspire</div><div>The desperate reach to exist out of time,</div><div>the never were. No teeth, no fang</div><div>Soft decay, damage mathematics</div><div>Concrete flow + magnet tether romantics in their space fuck theatre</div><div>Janus saint dissolve dance step faithful</div><div>Clumsy bribe closeup machine</div><div>Anaesthetic flower knife and the failure to inspire.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4063385487236063231-3026865624475230583?l=dockcurrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dock Curriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09979072460617749796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063385487236063231.post-81183198172181697462011-01-17T08:18:00.000-08:002011-01-17T08:37:14.225-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJUO7WmBnQ/TTRtrC5qOBI/AAAAAAAAABg/qnRQPCq18mk/s1600/queer_ass_rabbit1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJUO7WmBnQ/TTRtrC5qOBI/AAAAAAAAABg/qnRQPCq18mk/s400/queer_ass_rabbit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563192025989920786" border="0"></a><br />Verdant decompression tank porcelain cracked silver<br />Shouting face-wound prayer vulgarity wearing dust<br />Listless pocket-digging blue-ribbon embarrassment<br />Ecstatic-sad and worth deficient shabby<br />Salt-earth occupy the complacent terrible<br />Insult offering to beautiful jaw-hurts<br />She takes no real offense<br />Ballistic grey desert sky tire-sale detachment<br />Heaving child-like 70s litter-prevention sulk seizure<br />Taxidermy hurricane teeth<br />Construction-paper eyes<br />Bricklayer genuflect our obscene holy<br />Insult offering to beautiful jaw-hurts<br />She takes no real offense<br />Absent vacant-plume bank ceiling colourless arches<br />No speed daydream sex lecture manic-daft<br />Waiting-room magazine relevance snow lung<br />Mute CBC stereotype zoo<br />Deft quietly abide<br />Beautiful jaw-hurts smiles upon these burnt offerings<br /><br />---------------------------------------------------<br /><br />I am, through various occurences, left without a laptop for a spell<br />Back, it would seem, to the always-entertaining dance of procuring screen-time from tele-visual devices that I do not own. This should be a laugh riot when those 80 kids send me their essays to mark. . . ; )<br /><br />Strangely pleased with everything, though, me and my smiling Sisyphus<br /><br />dc<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4063385487236063231-8118319817218169746?l=dockcurrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dock Curriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09979072460617749796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063385487236063231.post-61427768200700426322011-01-05T06:45:00.000-08:002011-01-05T07:04:26.558-08:00Endless aberrant devil-pitch grass slicks, gemstone dead cellphone<br />Line of glisten, line of sheen, huff back billowing forceful shards, terrible and vast<br />Future curse scene lick, power station dirt sex seeing so I don’t<br />Telegraph kick the awful vacant, their stripmall wit<br />Their hack lung text numeretical – their mediocrity in stars<br />Decked out, tail-gun love radiance breathe smoke keep down<br />Tether-heart broadcast heaven telling feel, feeling tell for desolated kin<br />Everything in fixes coke-bottle dream bubble wasteland<br />Lantern paint tavern drinking with nuns, they told me<br />You’re only as good as the worst thing you’ve thought<br /><br />Welcome to 2011, the future one would suppose. Hovercars and motion pictures. . . talkies, as the youth are calling them.<br /><br />I get introduced to the class I’m to TA today. Contemporary Sociological Theory. Indeed the prof seems like a good natured and proficient thinker, and the kids might get exposed to such ‘out there’ thinkers as Habermas. Haha, oh Adorno’s wayward son, how loved you are by the social sciences.<br /><br />Bring on the slow and pleasing atrophy of our becoming-semester.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJUO7WmBnQ/TSSHEonQW1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9LhpYwHC5fQ/s1600/burning_piano.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJUO7WmBnQ/TSSHEonQW1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9LhpYwHC5fQ/s400/burning_piano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558716353773329234" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4063385487236063231-6142776820070042632?l=dockcurrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dock Curriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09979072460617749796noreply@blogger.com0