Fear Haiku

Shadows on the page
I’m struck dumb by your rage, I
Can’t even see you.

Picks

Songs:
Babe the Blue Ox "Hazmats"
Centro-matic "Daggers Sharp Enough"

Stories:
Judy Budnitz "Visiting Hours"
Philip K. Dick "Fair Game"

Books:
Grant Morrison "The Invisibles Vol. 1: Say You Want a Revolution"
Tsugumi Ohba & Takeshi Obata "Deathnote"

Movies:
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

Leah Gets Educational

Uncle Bob Drinking Beer

Cold

Her under the bright
Lights of the photographers’ lies
Reflecting off the snow.

The Writer's Lament

He soon perceived, however, that the battles which Sir Miles and the rest had waged against armed knights to win a kingdom, were not half so arduous as this which he now undertook to win immortality against the English language. Anyone moderately familiar with the rigours of composition will not need to be told the story in detail; how he wrote and it seemed good; read and it seemed vile; corrected and tore up; cut out; put in; was in ecstasy; in despair; had his good nights and bad mornings; snatched at ideas and lost them; saw his book plain before him and it vanished; acted his people’s parts as he ate; mouthed them as he walked; now cried; now laughed; vacillated between this style and that; now preferred the heroic and pompous; next the plain and simple; now the vales of Tempe; then the fields of Kent or Cornwall; and could not decide whether he was the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.

Virginia Woolf
Orlando: A Biography