we change our passwords
Have you heard of these things called blogs? Blogging wasn’t new in 2005, but it was still a niche hobby for the technologically minded. I had been maintaining a personal blog, and was a regular blog reader. I saw multiple-author blogs devoted to certain subjects and…
a man’s world. http://bit.ly/12Za8Zv
off balance. http://bit.ly/11LVDeU
We write our scars onto dumpsters and electric boxes
because the only thing we can hear is our hearts
and the only ones listening are the streets
to the blood that breathes through the letters we leave
we try to rise up out of these burning buildings
but instead get buried somewhere beneath
because I know my life my life is a high school kid’s notebook
that kid that goes back and forth between school and home
stacking the letters and the pictures
into sentences that save him
stacked too close for anyone outside of his own imagination to read
because it’s through the ink that his heart beats
that his heart breathes
we make a sound.
The Dickson Experimental Sound Film, 1894 or 1895, made by William Dickson (left) at Thomas Edison’s New Jersey studio. Only 17 seconds long, it is the first film with live-recorded sound, though the film and the sound played separately. The two men dancing were employees at the Edison studio.
Every year at Kyushu University, Fukuoka, we make a big bonfire, dress up like prehistoric men and women, and shout. very. very. loud.