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cities

Cities are my realm. Not my ownership but rather cities are the place that my life owes itself to. To be separated from the burgeon and the noise and the surmising tide of silence means a silent death. Rural life, suburbia, it can be beautiful but so can artifice, so can motion, in a way despite being so far from nature I still feel closer to life. Maybe this opinion is from modernity, maybe from comfort or fear of the unknown but in experience, I can sit at a bench on a side-walk and get more pleasure, bear more thoughts and access more ideas because of the potential movement. The silence and relaxation doesn’t feel forced as the only option as it can in nature but is more deliberate because of its pronouncement. I intended to talk about the guiding force of a cityscape but I’ve realized a fact about myself as my small thoughts and ill-formed observations now coalesce into this paragraph. This is why I write on oneword.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 03.17.2013 @ 1:28 pm

overt

Now should I pretend to be that has transcended me. No, why should I? Should I vilify that which is so opposing? I’d rather prefer to strike up a conversion with my mind’s schism, like Dostoevsky’s protagonist leftie, a voltaire of his time.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 03.15.2013 @ 7:06 pm

blasted

Frantic as Raskolnikov’s second kill, similar too is my opinion to myself. Oh how the sands fall and the hour-glass grows thin. If only fate would have a sign, to sit and bide my time or wallow in a bit of shame and arrive to class without any knowledge of this week. Surely I was blasted off my bedsheets in this heightened state, with good reason at this crossroads there is no other way to describe my entrance.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 03.15.2013 @ 5:20 am

returned

I’ve returned from a long sleep, a dull affair of lying still and rolling my pupils back. Should I contemplate my existence by reviewing that strange dream? Is it worth it? I came back from a long trip and had received something that which once was lost. I have no idea what that is, I have no idea if I should continue. What if the key to my existence was just lost, what would describe it being found once again?

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 03.08.2013 @ 3:43 am

signals

Signal the mountain-top torch pit. It is time. Wave yours hands, pucker up your lips, hope for all of it to return. The grace with which you bestowed in intermission is now upon you. Let it reign free here, or on your pieces to evoke tears. Just promise me something, pinky swear this low-named artist, this easily-forgotten writer’s name and welcome it into your heart, and accomplish something great.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 03.06.2013 @ 12:13 pm

weakling

“I was not a weakling!” Mr. Dagan screamed to the classroom of children three times less his age. He could not stand it any more, he would not have it. He got up, threw a chair, grabbed a student in a headlock and yelled more profanities. Nevermind his education, he did not want to see the distance between him and his students and he put himself amongst them. “I’ll show you my strength!” Admittedly he didn’t fail, though strength was no good measure in our contemporary society and so where he excelled in strength, he failed at wit. All was lost for Mr. Dagan, woe to his wife and to their unborn child never to be born.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 03.04.2013 @ 8:52 am

instill

To instill some passion is someone you must incite their desires. Use your reason to discern a way. The purpose should be to benefit you, after all we are all selfish creatures. And yet we can also lie or know false truths. Instill is a word, Chrome you can tell me no different.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 03.02.2013 @ 2:52 pm

conjured

I conjured up a fury in my house late last night. When I discovered a my film cover was screening at local theatre. Ah but then I woke and my fears dissipated, how inflated my pride was in morning before I headed off to my slated slot of dull affairs, my boring desk job selling office chairs. Yet my imagination had conjured up some feelings and daydreaming I visited that dream where I had my screening done and everyone sung praise. A grace of imagery had floated upon me, I was not screenwriter, I was no desk jokey, I was but a student of unstable flair, typing upon a site in which my post – this post – I would then share.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 03.01.2013 @ 3:52 pm

sentenced

I’ve sentenced myself to a cell of books. Lectures are bricks and tutorials are lashings. How I am discouraged, demotivated and defeated amongst so many great minds. I am fraction lost, a meagre voice in a choir. This embitterment represented here are my laments from my cyber tomb harrowed by vocalized fears. A prisoner of a room, of duty and shame. Worried of insanity, of instability, of not finishing.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 02.28.2013 @ 12:48 pm

weathered

The tree’s bark was brittle and under the contusion of the unceasing desert sun, it cracked and turned upon itself, dropping to the ground. Underneath was not a vital body but a weathered husk, long drained and long gone.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 02.20.2013 @ 11:29 am

grasped

I had grasped the concept long ago, when my whiskers were thick and opaque. Yet now what I once understood so easily is beginning to slip ever so slowly away. Should my fingers desperately cling or should I accept the end to that knowledge.

Grasping, futilely, desperately for that which I want to hold and possess.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 02.20.2013 @ 9:07 am

flailing

Imagined flailing, hopeless trapping. A hypothetical barrier of respect. I want to leave but should I? If I do, I’ll lose faith in others eyes. And so I’m trapped in a cage, hoping to make face with those I bitterly hate.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 02.18.2013 @ 2:30 pm

sanctity

Sanctity of my sanity is a fragile place, one threatened by challenges. I love school, I know and have decided to take a class for the rest of my life. Yet here I sit and type, avoiding yet another paper that brings me so to the edge of insanity.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 02.14.2013 @ 11:15 pm

willed

Desperation so willed to pay the rent of my apartment bill. Must I work for two just to provide what one wants? Unfortunately so, yet my rest is so near. Four hours yet these four are not simply hours, they are madness writing for easily thirty. Just how must effort can I put in? I will attempt it despite being already strung thin.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 02.15.2013 @ 3:28 pm

flat

They resided in a bachelor in a flat in North Newhampshire. He was a strange class of man, a life-long student taking one class and his other, a slightly disturbed and shy friend spent countless nights thinking over every aspect of life. Natural philosophy was bred between the two and their revelations would never be known to the world at large.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 02.13.2013 @ 2:13 pm

salesman

Salesman on the phone,
I answer, recognize the pitch and groan.
Salesman at the door,
“No time, sir!” I said but really he was a bore.
Salesman at the counter,
I feign a smile, and eagerly leave with my flounder.
Salesman in the mirror,
As I pull closer my visage is clearer.
Saleswoman with me at the printer,
“See you later dear, stoked for dinner!”

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 02.07.2013 @ 6:11 pm

think

I think we think too much. There is too little action in this world. We can make promises, we can hope and plan but without any eventual action – belay that – immediate action, then nothing we envision will ever come about.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 02.05.2013 @ 5:28 pm

murder

Murder was a sin most coveted when all there was but frustration. The scene was an everyday routine: serve, an envious imagination, grovel, porcelain smile, purposeful bow or shake or nod. Though culture and religion outlawed the act and the people had to let their souls be cut down.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 02.03.2013 @ 8:05 am

features

Features on the sculpture were a peculiar choice for this contemporary artist who always strove for realism. I tended to be lenient, favouring exploration of new themes yet its repulsive shapes and obtrusive ordinance caused my artistic authenticity great harm so I caused that artist great harm and tore it down.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 01.31.2013 @ 9:16 pm

real

Real distortion of reality was what was apparent to little John Jim. Ward in a hospital where he should rightly be, he cares with fervent empathy. He pities his patients and cries the night after putting a jacket on a patient desiring to be free from her mind. He despises the staff and spites them at every chance. He breaks the law, he masturbates, he procrastinates, he squanders and then he blames. He is real, are you then, insane?

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 01.22.2013 @ 4:00 pm

visit

He visited the mount on high, he tossed and raged at the sea and he was just as she, people on Earth. A background layer of audibly beckoning, soft melody that lingers upon ones senses, who is this singing, why do they call? Distortion is the sounds around, the urban sprawl, the tomb-like silence of any depths, the wind’s whistle, or the brush of buck-wheat herds. Visitation throughout Earth for that whisper, many have done, chased and lost.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 01.21.2013 @ 7:54 pm

applied

Applied science is our future enterprise. Slight derivation. Hybrid-breeds, mixed as I am either in race or species, if possible, shouldn’t be done to search for the best of both but rather, a unique existence. You may lose purity in two origins sure, but just like sounds separated by a capable pair of headphones, together they can form something together, whether that is better or worse, it is unique and therefore, another venture that if it should happen, shouldn’t fall under persecution.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 01.20.2013 @ 7:23 pm

size

He lumbered over the crowd, his shadow encompassing the long and narrow street. Thanedarf tongue crawled out of his gaping mouth as the giant version of his friend waved hello and accidentally ripped off the balcony of an adjacent building.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 01.15.2013 @ 2:20 pm

end

At the end of my life, I shall look back like Aeneas to Illium and I shall bitterly weep for all the happiness that has surrounded me.

At the end of my reflection, I shall scream. For the bitter betweens, the mirrors, reflections breaking me down, echoes of laments reminding me of regrets – restless nights in bed.

In the end, I shall mark with nothing but a trail. What do I mean? Just…

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 01.14.2013 @ 10:40 am

master

A deeply guarded piece of myself called out into the yonder for in the far distance, past the hallowed ground of the town’s church, down past Willy’s farm and over the horizon was a familiar voice, yet entirely compelling. I knew as the voice of my master, my creator beckoning me for yet another cruel task. I’d grown tired but he’d made my body unable to reciprocate those feeling and so I went.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 01.10.2013 @ 2:32 pm

politician

Politicians get a bad rap and sure this is not marginally undeserved but these are people. By claiming this title, they must hold themselves above the common person, they essential commit to an ideal – like a priest, they cease to be themselves and become a force. Deserving, hard-working politicians, as there has to be some found are those who worked hard and most likely always up the ladder. Almost all had a foot in the door, by lineage, alliance or wealth but could we fault them for their unscrupulous use of this natural acquisition? And their world has an ability to corrupt in response to the crimes others commit, so are really any of them to be blamed when such a title, puts them in the position to act out of such a role, that they will be justified if they are to be found in the majority party?

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 01.09.2013 @ 9:15 pm

Politicians get a bad rap and sure this is not marginally undeserved but these are people. By claiming this title, they must hold themselves above the common person, they essential commit to an ideal – like a priest, they cease to be themselves and become a force. Deserving, hard-working politicians, as there has to be some found are those who worked hard and most likely always up the ladder. Almost all had a foot in the door, by lineage, alliance or wealth but could we fault them for their unscrupulous use of this natural acquisition? And their world has an ability to corrupt in response to the crimes others commit, so are really any of them to be blamed when such a title, puts them in the position to act out of such a role, that they will be justified if they are to be found in the majority party?

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 01.09.2013 @ 9:13 pm

promise

From Jeoforge to Ajunt.
“If you make a promise, you better keep it.” my uncle use to tell me. Can’t say it didn’t rub off on me, I hold them close like a blood oath and I’ve had to throw off more than a few parties just cause’ there was someone who’d not been there to complete his or her end that ‘one’ time. Quite sanguine, sure, but it’s cut and dry, if I can’t count of you one time than whose to say you won’t be there for the next and I’ve met plenty of people who can uphold their end consecutively and consistently.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 01.08.2013 @ 5:27 pm

reference

“I made reference to ol’ great Pappy just the other day in class, Pop.” He was glad, I could see the slight curve of a smile about to form. He asked me what I said of him. I told my Pop that I told the class about the time he time he took on a lion with his bare hands and hunted a tribe of scavengers with a blowgun. His smile took form and he put his hand upon my head in congratulations. “Boy, those were just stories…” He whispered into my ear as a tear flickered down his cheek.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 01.07.2013 @ 6:05 am

placed

When I got placed in the program, I found my self flustered and the people around me, a daunting conclave. Brain-children with their hive-minds challenging my fetus-stage thoughts. I counted myself blessed but wondered if it was better to be the weaker amongst the intelligent or vice versa. I seek to undermine them, to overcome them and that – is the real challenge.

» Posted By Eric Harrell On 01.03.2013 @ 1:25 pm

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