Opened Doors and [one word]

Death Cab for Cutie has been one of my favorite bands for quite some time now; their music style frequently being more then enough (providing) for what I had needed to listen too. However, a band deserves notoriety when each time a different song comes on, listeners experience this. Death Cab's newest release, "The Open Door EP," a five song collection of b-sides from Narrow Staris, the songs sound more like "Plans" Death Cab, a revival that perhaps will redeem fans turned away from Stairs' dramatic shift in sound...

I love all Ben Gibbard's work, so I was quite refreshed in breaking in my new debit card on these cuts, and recommend them to all! Pick it up, five songs and a music video for five bucks in iTunes? Can't beat that! And it's Death Cab no less, really can't beat that.

PROVIDE APRIL 7, 2009

Every time I see you smile warmly, I know I've done right by you; I've PROVIDED. It's precious to me, to feel like I'm good enough, to feel loved and to know that you've been feeling loved too. PROVIDING is important. It's enchanting to know you can give someone what they need. And darling, I have lot's to give. Everything, in fact, for you.

Update on "the loud and unfathomable Silence"

I've been working a lot on compilation, flow, and also new material for the hopeful May release of my newest collection: "the loud and unfathomable Silence." Hopefully, you are all as excited for it as I am!

To rustle up some suspicion, a teaser of sorts:

one reoccurring theme (poems) in the book will be the idea of phantoms, both good and bad, and embodies the long and enduring work "Phantoms, i-x." These will be placed throughout to help navigate the ideas of what is collected in the book.

The first entry, "i," which I posted only moments ago, will be followed by the first portion: a group of poetry dealing with silence and loneliness and optimism.

I'm very excited to continue working on this project, as it's been taking quite a lot out of me, I again, hope you're all very excited too!

Comment on entries, even if you're not a blogger.

-Cheers*

Tony

Phantoms, i

i

unnatural chills sweep through the hand-holding interlace

of my window screen;

this cold, in april? eliot spoke of april's cruelties,

but to rob la printemps of her chaleur, to use his terms;

his language,

to rob the spring of her warmth?

not so much as to leave me alone in the cold, smothered under

blanket after blanket after blanket,

and still the chill kisses the tips of my toes;

there is the dark outline of an arm,

death himself reaching his chill to my bedside?

alas, it is just a coat of some girl's,

discarded for la printemps et ta chaleur,

unable to accept this kind of chill in april.

suddenly, an overwhelming wave of it brushes the blankets to below my waist;

no! i am not holding hands with a ghost, a demon,

a phantom of sorts,

hand in hand, you carry me through the night,

and i feel it, yours and la printemps chaleur,

i find warmth in the hands of empty sleeves,

that tomorrow perhaps,

i will in fact be holding the hands,

chaleur and alive,

the hands of yours.

Banana Cheesecake

Lick the frosting off my nose, let me tell you a story:

There's a magic in the baseball field,

where we tangle and dance,

where our curves yield,

underneath cloudy skied romance.

Your smile and my cheeky grin,

Blissfully warm and kind,

Like a soft slug of gin,

Or fresh mellon, wet to the rind;

each bite is sensual, fantastic,

like banana cheesecake we share in the fields.

On Sick and Sadness

this is reflective writing, much less poetic, so to speak...

as the cold wind blows in through spring's fresh newborn air, I wonder why snow is piling up outside the like mountain of blankets covering me, as I shiver even in a sweater and linen pants. there is a glass of orange juice and water both at the side of my bed, alongside well read texts and a few different remotes for the less intellectual pleasures on my bedridden behalf.

I've finished a few good poems and an entire book (Blankets, by Craig Thompson, check it out today and finish it later...you'll understand) and I still feel like nothing's been accomplished today. It's the sedintary feeling that gets me blue; I cannot stand just lying/sitting/coughing here without moving. I mean, I throw words like beatnik and bohemian around quite often, but jesus, who'dof thunkit that even I couldn't handle a day of rest?

at any rate, it was a much needed rest, I feel 100% again today, and am looking forward to exploring winter's visiting ghost around Westerville. Or just sleeping more.

All I'll say is being sick isn't so awful with plenty of love to go around from my darling dear.
Thank you Krista, your support was overwhelming yesterday.


-Tony


PS, faithful readers, all none of you; spring break work coming soon, probs this weekend.

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SQUARE APRIL 6, 2009

squares are the in kids, the scenesters and the hip kids off in the corners don't feel completely excluded, they are down with the dance we do too. it's the kids in the middle that are missing out, the bro's and bra's and kids too god damned cool to fit in to the off beat bonanza! We do our dances in complete quiet, in the middle of mayhem, looking like a riot. it's just fun.

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My new practice. [oneword.com]

I'll be updating these every day. One Word is an online community of writers and creative thinkers. The context of the website is simple: every day there is a word, and visitors are encouraged to write whatever comes to mind after reading and studying the build of the world (today's was "Blackout.") and to for sixty seconds, write anything.

This project makes for a fantastic little exercise and reflection.

BLACKOUT:

the storm. februrary, it was raining and i came up to your room with the lights out. blackout. that was one of our first kisses. our best kisses.