Friday, December 17, 2010

.from the archives of 2008

"There is no best in this ego stricken world,
only more preferable at that point in time"
-g.f. gershom

"Every personal testimony is a piece of God's grand mosaic,
one that is too great for our eyes to grasp and our minds to comprehend.
Attempting to see it in its entirety before taking action is my folly"
-g.f. gershom

Friday, November 5, 2010

.sticks and stones

sticks and stones may break my bones,
and words can sometimes hurt me.
When ideas cloud the mind and empower the will,
the consequences may kill me.


g.f. gershom

Monday, October 25, 2010

explode-a-moment exercise

I was in my car driving to class when a bewitching sound echoed through the radio. It was a single voice contrasted by the fuzzy silence of archaic recording methods. The surrounding world seemed to fade out in orchestral decrescendo as the melodic range of pitch and tone softly cut through my very soul like an ethereal blade. I could not recognize the voice, so forlorn and other-worldly, but the tune carried a warm familiarity. My mind frantically sought the source, but my mysterious muse had a tranquilizing effect. Like a modern siren, she rendered my thoughts into docile submission. Then suddenly, it came to me.

g.f. gershom

Saturday, May 8, 2010

.play on Lazarus and liberty

Give me your crude, your scurrilous, Your proud and pretentious yearning for attention, The conniving and the slanderous. Send these, the lovelorn, spiteful to me, I open my heart unconditionally and mind obsequiously!

-g.f. gershom

Monday, March 8, 2010

.untitled

"I'm ashamed of it. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody."

-f. glass

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

.uncool

"the only true currency in this bankrupt world...is what you share with someone else when you're uncool"

-L. Bangs

Sunday, September 13, 2009

.an excerpt

"He tapped it with his thumbnail and it rang with a deep and glorious chime which was sustained for longer than seemed possible and when at last it faded seemed not to die away but to drift off into other worlds, as into a deep sea dream."

-D. Adams