in my head…

Catastrophe is leaking slowly from my mind
filled with incongruous truths about
just about everything. Where did I leave
the keys while off to eternity to do the math I figure
and figure it out that beast with large horns.
I feed it cotton dumplings, and decipher it
painfully ripping the cords attached to reasoning.

Tilted head, I watch impatiently, longingly.
Eventually I kick it towards the entrance
of a million homogeneously pale pixels.
Motionless it follows with its eyes, seeking
anger, now chewing steadily monotonously
on perturbation.

Finally imagination amongst other algorithms
screams at me from somewhere on a CD cover.
Uncovering it I find the keys and hurry through
tangled networks past unconcious neon lights
splashing abstraction aside, fiercely griping
randomness to save it and at last edit it into
inspiration.

by Case Tomorrow

Shake the Dust

this makes my heart beat…

Anis Mojgani performs Shake the Dust at Brown University

Change

(It’s arrival is never recorded. It can be seen only upon departure)

Is in art.

When you realize that you do matter.

When Gibson decided to write about today rather than tomorrow.

When we climbed the Berlin
wall for the first time.

When I pull a sweater over my head.

The ringing coins in a paper cup, meaning you actually give a fuck.

When you forgive your parents.

When you realize that you were wrong.

When a soldier pulled the trigger over
Hiroshima on 8/6/1945

When history repeats itself.

When you chose to fight.

When you chose not to.

When you realize that money really doesn’t matter.

When depression slowly tightens its grip around your neck.

When you stop worrying.

When you shake the dust

When you dye your hair blue.

Our faces no longer illuminated by the sun but by a million dancing pale pixels.

When you decide to trust.

When you meet
someone who loves you unconditionally.

When you choose the dark side.

The day you decide not to take any more shit.

When you overcome yourself.

When you stop watching porn.

When you realize that you deserve to be happy.

If I ever knew what a father was.

Is the abolition of the planned economy.

When you smash the T.V. with a baseball bat now.

When you realize that it is your responsibility.

When you arrive here

When you quit smoking.

When your friends and family finally understand what you’re doing in front of the computer all the time.

When you make love the first time.

When you feel your bones braking but not your courage.

When you face fear.

When you let something inspire you.

When there is nothing but silence left in my head.

(for Nivek’s and Case’s private little poetry contest. Current theme: “Change”)

Wheat

He walks,
wheat crackling under his boots
as he stripps his way through the field
shouldering a Barrett M468 rifle.
Dust settling on an immaculate surface
of composure.
His feet follow the path,
another has tread here before.
Beads of sweat on the forehead
mirror an abandoned sun trapped.
Concentrating on future steps
circumference blurs, and an unfortunate
wind breathing over the fields ahead
goes unnoticed.
As it arrives to kiss his skin
and ripple through camouflage fabric
he stops.
Observing for a first time
the shallow movements of the fields.
Her allure.
Abandoning the path, he enters.
Wind blowing hair across his face
passionately.
Fervid hands closing around bundles of wheat.
He stumbles and fear arrives
where pleasure was waiting.
Reaching for the rifle in panic,
he runs back to the path,
aims
and fires
into the wind.

by Case Tomorrow.

Written in AM’s “Wheat Field”. All his builds are exceptional in producing a unique and captivating atmosphere. personally I love the space…it gives me room to think.

The Wheat Field

The Quiet

Husk

Refuge and Expansion