Food for Thought

The Mix-Up

so i am going to re write this script and finish it, i would like to work in everybody some how(basically the original cast and the feature cast) as cast member with lines....right. it would be cool to collaborate with everyone and make a legit gang/heist/scheme/ridiculous comedy. so i am dead fucking serious about this, its going to happen and im filming it in the summer and if you want in....well...get...in....lol enjoy

embers

to tell you the truth,
there is none

only embers

orange and ascending
until they cease to glow
and begin their slow dance

home

gray to brown
brown to green

all is as it should be
(and none as it was)



md

GREATNESS ABOUNDS!!!

I'm sure most of you have heard by now, but Formal Action AND Roz Raskin and her fabulous Ricecakes have both managed to qualify for the
FINAL ROUND of WXIN's Rockhunt .

THIS TUESDAY at FIREHOUSE 13 in Providence.

First place gets somewhere around a G. (holler)
So yeah needless to say, COME ROCK THE FUCK OUT THIS TUESDAY AT THE FIREHOUSE!!!!


See ya there. Bring your dancing shoes.

and your drinking hat ;)

The Nile

"Neilos"

we are born with a chance,
and I'm gonna have my chance.

When the sun came up
the lights turned on
and when the glow burnt out
the shade covered all.
A contact high, rediscovered
only through losing it all.
(don't let them suffer)

Like a current of fresh air, bring
back the good times crowd.
Take off my old clothes and
float them downstream in a suitcase, and
run with light feet.
(don’t let them drown)

Send no search parties to the bottom,
they will rise above! Rise above!
Rise above my head and baptize what's buried inside!
Let the holy rain fall on skull and find my heavy shoulders,
And renew my legs, columns near crumbling.
(they've had enough)

It's a haunting fairy tale, the water;
that's as miraculous as it is unsettling.

-J. Rebel

en response

"thin in thick" !!!

are synapses of affliction not themselves the greatest of all Pleasantries?

the string tied round finger
to remind that you are alive
within the spider's web-
with arms and legs and heart
to push against the sticky strands

to struggle towards the edge
or toward the center,
or tear the strands apart?

FRESH OFF THE PRESS AND FRESHER THEN A NEW PERM

Morning of a Sun

Home again for the summer, I mimic the seasonal
Change; a warmer shift in temperament leaves

An extended lightness that allows me to be thin in
Thick, soaked sponge air of humid

Summers, myself in bed, past noon, Saturday
And I feel more free; my lack of responsibility

Sparks a lack of response, my sheets, sweat
Through with an indolent, abstinent dampness, I

Drawn awake, alarmed by buzzing of chainsaw
Cicadas; they serenade like melody of deforestation,

Beneath them, under a red maple, sways a
Compost drum, hung on wooden stakes to

Let the barrel shift, sift oxygen through leaves
And grass, allow air for decomposition, another

Name for the undoing of a poem, this black barrel
Raised on its hinges, points up; a cannon pleading

Neutrality or more likely aimed at the sky,
Timid attempt at shooting down satellites

In the kitchen below me, a kettle reaches
Readiness; its call is shrill and dry, antipode

To water drops that tear over the lip of
The kettle's mouth; sound of a fervent

Sad mother grief; mourning of a son, funny
How my mind sends back these pleasantries

As capsules of erosion.

kt

Im in a Film Festival so come and watch my movie

hey everyone so i entered my schools film festival with the movie i recently made The Mix-up so if you want to see my movie on a big screen come on down and give me some support there will be food and drinks and booze and drugs ...well maybe not the latter but afterward PARTY!!!!!....somewhere!!!!.......o yeah the audience gets to vote for a who they liked the best so vote for me lol
this Thursday April 16th at 7
Get OUT OF WORK and everything else u had planned
get there early cuz my movie is the second on the line up unfortunately but hit me up if you are going to go and ill tell you where it is and the rest of that jazz

peace and love,
p MED

and here it is...

Points of light filter in
breaking through
illuminating-
contemplating
just how long it will last.

The shape of the shadow flowing in the wind.
Like the wedding of an unlikely pair
proves more exists than can be seen.
A new day brings with it the unanswered.


Yeah, I woke up still drunk this morning and got some inspiration to write a poem. Never did that before. Anyways.... I'm probably heading back to RI at some point this weekend, anything happenin'?
-Lt

when don't I post a work in progress?

I think it was either Monday or Tuesday when the rain came. But for some odd reason it didn't make me sad, rather, it made me want to write a sad short something. My eyes glanced out the window and saw a sight similar to that of Taiwan during typhoon season. My ears heard the spit from the clouds tapping on the window like a stranger or beggar. Let me know what you all think because this is either close to being finished or it's just beginning. Big ups to all you critics.



"The Rain Left Nothing But Water To Drown In"

I raised the blinds in the small room only to see cold clouds and rainfall;
Hours of vacant streets, disgruntled errand runners and puddles.
After pacing through empty spaces that once held something, kind of like soft hands,
I sit in my room shivering and quiet, messing with ideas
of how things make me feel
of that loud crash at dawn
of the meal that came up.
The rain left nothing but water to drown in.


A ticking clock is the only thing in this house I can relate to.
An oven turned off for months is the only thing in this neighborhood I can relate to.
Noisy pipes bringing heat to hundreds are the only things in this state I can relate to.



-jp

p.s. SHOUT OUT TO SAM SMITH!! HAPPY BORN DAY SON!

midnight macabre

so this is that short story i told a few of you about, its pretty ridiculous. i wrote it in the middle of the night after waking up in sweat about 2 years ago, i dont really remember if it was a dream or if it jsut came to me. i think it just came to me after i woke up, my computer was on so i just decided to type. but, this isnt a work of art, or poetic or anything like that it's more jsut me writing freely for about 10 minutes in a really weird state of mind, with no real direction, it's kind of just unnecessarily violent, it just shows me how fucked up and far i can let my mind go .....enjoy

The Midnight Macabre

I get in to my car and pull the lights on. I follow the light into the woods, and what seems to be standing there is a tall creature, with shaggy dirty hair all over its body. It has red eyes and fangs; it stands like sasquatch looking down at the ground. It bends over to pick something up and I lean in against my steering wheel, captivated in fascination. To my surprise I leaned in just far enough to hear what seemed like an orchestra playing that loud, abrupt dissonant chord in a horror movie where the good guy is by himself and out of no where comes an axe to his scull, leaving the audience in utter shock and confusion…and a little damp in their seats. But, only this time it’s not a movie, this is real and I just beeped my horn at some demon-looking creature about 20-feet away while my headlights are piercing through the woods at 160,000,000 miles per second lighting him up like New York City on Christmas Eve.

So he immediately stands straight up and we make eye contact. Now I’m starring the son of a bitch straight in the eyes and the only thing I can think about is how he’s gonna fucking eat me alive. I can picture him darting straight for me and before I can even think he’s already through the windshield with my face caught between his teeth. Or maybe, I throw it in reverse, back out and haul ass down the road and the very moment I think I lost him and I start laughing: silly bastard, cant you cant out run a car”, I hear my window breaking and I can feel my face being shredded by his long thick claws like a rabid Grizzly Bear shredding a person who was just feeding its cubs. With my last breath I cut the wheel, smashing him in to a tree. I slam the brakes and just when I think “I gotta get to the hospital, but I cant see anything because my eyes dangling like Newton’s Balls out of my sockets”, He punches through my seat and my chest with my heart in his hand. He slowly crushes is it spraying my own blood on my mangled face killing me instantly( or maybe it would be slow and painful......). Or maybe I throw it into reverse and look behind me to back up and look back in front of me to see he’s gone, so I look behind me again to finish backing up and the bastards in the back seat. I fantasize it grabbing me by my head and pulling me out of the car, he holds me up by my right shoulder and ripping my left arm clean off and devouring it. Then he twists off my right arm while holding me down with his clawed hand in my rib cage ripping out each of my ribs one by one. He shoves two claws through my eyes, stepping in my mauled torso for leverage to pull my head off with my spine.

Then I snap out of it realizing that he’s gone and I panic throw it into reverse and kick the gas pedal like fucking Lu-Kang kicks shang tsung's ass in the mortal kombat movie, but the car isn’t moving and I don’t know why. Did I flood the engine with my super-karate kombat kick? Is there gas in the car? IS THE FUCKING BATTERY DEAD!? (which is always the case with me) How long was I daydreaming about the abominable yeti with a mean grille ripping me to pieces? Then it dawned on me like morning, I DIDN’T START MY CAR!!! So I start the damn thing and flew down my street. Never quite knowing if I ever really did see that Monster. Only knowing how sick and twisted my mind is.

Poem for a Workshop

“Shaped”

Shifted, I
Stand open, held
In a gust, a breath
Spitting rusted flakes
Of spotted trees bark

They find my eyes,
A swift dotting
Stings with surprise
And soon I tear,
My body washing itself

With flakes dripped out
I smile, knowing
I can take care
On my own
If I need

Turning outside myself,
For a moment, to trace

Snyder quoting Lu Ji, writing,
“"In making the handle
Of an axe
By cutting wood with an axe
The model is indeed near at hand."

So,
With helve coalesced
From cleaved hickory
I follow the cycle
Knowing I,
Cleft and stitch,
The selfsame.

Wrote this for my workshop class. I liked it so I figured I'd share it with you guys. If your schedules are anything like mine then I know you're all super busy now but I'd love to see what you all are working on. Peace.

kt

FORMAL ACTION ON THE RADIO!

Formal Action on wriu at 9 pm tonight (sunday, the 5th) If you don't have a radio in your house and rather not chill in your car to listen, you can stream it here. Check it out. And don't forget the wxin battle of the bands on Tuesday w/ Formal Action. Then Roz Raskin & the Rice Cakes the following week!!!

kt