If only all of these repairs were so easy.
high above the east river,
high enough not to feel a thing.
Hung up, under history, under structures
with dirty hands that only want to hold you.
The world is beyond me,
I’d prefer to be a moon
but not if everyone is going to be one, too.
Life is dangerous and liberating,
but I’m terrified of living,
and the want that visits me in my mind.
I appreciate the wind,
and words beautifully put to paper,
the myriad songs stuck in my head,
and you, whom I’d give the world if it wasn’t so corrupted.
As I look over the edge,
with feet firmly planted,
I will give us a fighting chance.
I thought about those lonely old men
stationed at the end of long bars.
I was already one of them,
Born of nothing,
Disconnected and hopeless.
I’ve seen God between the legs of hookers
And levitated on the broken springs of vile beds.
I acquired humility through the slow efficiency of death.
My aversion festered from the world’s hubris.
Everyone around me is getting good at dying,
I’m inclined to say its for the best.
I’ve feasted on the liars, and got nauseous
from the ignorance, from the planet’s inhabitants.
I am the anti-human.
Restore your faith in the carcass,
Our bodies are mandalas, manifesting impermanence.
Wayward hearts ice over from disappointment,
They drift, may your sun’s ambit refrain from brushing
The flesh, let it be untethered to wander the darkness.
I could really give a shit about Jim Jarmusch, but I have to admit this quote of his that was sent to me is fucking spot on.
“Nothing is original.
Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversation, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows.
Select only things to steal that speak directly to your soul.
If you do this, and your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery- celebrate it if you feel like it.
In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Goddard said:
“It’s not where you take things from –
it’s where you take them to.”
I just may have to allow Jarmusch another try.