Category Archives: visions from the dark side

Dead Man: Death, Poetry, and Music in the old west.

Posted on November 19, 2015 by randomyriad

Jim Jarmusch’s movie Dead Man is a blending of surreal scenes, beautifully understated acting, and the haunting music of Neil Young’s solo guitar, and it tells the story of William Blake, an accountant from Ohio, who comes to the edge … Continue reading →

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The Importance of Survival, Questioning the Obvious and The Rejection of Complicity in the Madness: We Need to Think About These Things.

Posted on July 4, 2015 by randomyriad

Even in this place one can survive, and therefore one must want to survive, to tell the story, to bear witness; and that to survive we must force ourselves to save at least the skeleton, the scaffolding, the form of … Continue reading →

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Singing From A Place I Recognize

Posted on June 7, 2015 by randomyriad
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Emily’s Blues

Posted on June 4, 2015 by randomyriad

Good morning, Midnight! I’m coming home, Day got tired of me – How could I of him? Sunshine was a sweet place, I liked to stay – But Morn didn’t want me – now – So good night, Day! –Emily … Continue reading →

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Awakening

Posted on January 3, 2015 by randomyriad

Who is here with me? My mother and a dark brown man. (I am writing this from the past.) the dark man is not a man, but a statue, just outside the limits of wood. My mother is made of … Continue reading →

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